Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Christine Gosnay
What does it mean to live like this, // expressing nothing that eats the mind?
...moreWhat does it mean to live like this, // expressing nothing that eats the mind?
...moreNearby / a bucket to drown infested memory banks.
...morewhat can stretch from the dead to living as an unbroken line break?
...moreThey command and you obey. / You hope for a way in.
...moreWas it my greed / or desire too big to hold?
...moreIt’s tricky to apologize for certain things.
...moreI listen, until all the sunflowers have been put to bed.
...moreThink of a cry that lactates danger.
...moreI’m here to suggest you hold your eyelid still / for the needle.
...moreun-clutch my chest // it’s so stuck // Lord shift me so // I love this
...moreThe day rises. The other worlds burn.
...moreAnd then, instead, I told him I wanted / to go.
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...moresomeone thought to open up / the sharp thing / rename it meal
...moreTanaya Winder and Cuauhtémoc Peranda co-curate exclusive poetry to celebrate Native American Heritage Month.
...moreyou are not what / you were born to
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...moreThe East Coast. I try out the shapes of the words with my mouth.
...moreTanaya Winder and Cuauhtémoc Peranda co-curate exclusive poetry to celebrate Native American Heritage Month.
...moreGod, when you raise the dead, / raise him last.
...moreour future / will be temporary, on this temporal / planet
...moreWhat happens now can end you.
...moreThe metal of the body, the city’s sudden chill.
...moreCan this really still be my dream?
...moreit’s unclear if you love him or love to ache.
...moreWhere am I going? Is all this talk / of God and grandmothers / merely escape?
...moreI am a woman. Undone, / A woman is a man.
...moreWade with me through this gunk / because you have before.
...morei’m afraid of the history i come from & i’m afraid of my failing tongue
...moreI think I am the same sort of animal. I am trying so hard to be kind.
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