of me

pieces.

there is one on the left.

quiet.

there are two just there.

and when the rain comes with lightning
you can hear the others too.

pencildrawn lines
intersecting
dividing
colliding.

 

deep little

on the subject of she and the
resting point testing point
stargazing boiling
fucking point to walk around honest and

naked to see the world from
that perspective i
admire you

who says we don't know how vulnerable
we need to be
can be i'm already boiling tested
rested
gone
deep little dive into myself
all the diamonds crashing up

on she

 

bitter yes my mouth is

untying (the subject)

you

 

who says we don't know how vulnerable
we need to let ourselves be

deep little scratch scathe scar
gaze
look here i am naked
and i am small crashing down

 

Sarah B Wiseman lives in Kingston Ontario Canada. Her work has appeared in the in print journals Grain and Fireweed.