Swarming comets & comments moons too many mouths twisting & still speaking in seven flicks of tongue seven tremors one of seven dead girls bodies all hyperextended joints & angles something deliberate is happening I met an uncivilized version of myself in a dream
seeking the word that yearns to be written I howl as only those of the underworld can pathologically all poets are somewhere on the spectrum precise I write in spit or scribble in blood glove fingertips in India ink to leave a stain intent is significant focus sincere
I raise a glass to the dead stars that bore me & the thunderstorm violence that unleashes me
I am the kindling
Susen James is a magickal old lady writes poetry to keep herself somewhat sane. She spends the time she’s not mixing herbal potions, teaching poetry, fantasy literature & mythology at Columbia College in Chicago.
Artwork: David Feingold