Not Verb, but Vertigo
--Eleni Sikelianos
.........................—after Alejandra Pizarnik
A yellow scraping across my skin when
I write the word “sky”
Not sky but scything :
……to let day be scraped out
…………by night
I scratched down the word “flower” & felt
…the parts draw away from the tongue.
……Not gnomon, grown*man, but ghost :
………to gnaw on the crisp
……………skin once it’s been stripped
……………down from the meat
the neat meat
hiding under the table
of the skin’s
tablatures
right at the juncture where day/night meet
you can see it indicated by the perforated lines
what parts of us that don’t cast a shadow
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