What We Are
Your head a rasp, and mine also
as we lean into one another, blurring
already porous borders, making
a hash of geometry, but coupled
so nicely across what may be
a spathe or a blade, a spear or a lapel.
As children, we learn to point
to things and name them, but this
goes to hell in the end, in a mad
gesticulation for a glass of water
while barking, a groping after lost
things. You are sutured for no reason
I can discern, while I am pocked
and pitted. We blame our childhood
or the rough journey, but it may just be
the way we were made. A tracery
of brick, a careless daubing. Neither side
matches, but we have learned to celebrate
imbalance, not to care when eyes
peer in between our slipped slats.
Let them look. Even clouds
pause overhead for a glimpse.
(after Max Ernst 2 Young Nudes)
About the author:
Devon Balwit is a teacher/poet living in Portland, OR. She has four chapbooks—How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press), Forms Most Marvelous (forthcoming with dancing girl press), In Front of the Elements, and Where You Were Going Never Was (both forthcoming with Grey Borders Books). Her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Non-Binary Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Cincinnati Review, The Almagre Review, The Stillwater Review, The Tule Review, Red Earth Review, Front Porch, and Watershed Review.
Image: “Rostro Trifrakcional” by Christopher Alexander VazQuez @cavartworks on IG. Abstract Gestural Actionism (A.G.A) Acrylic Markers, Gold Marker, Silver Marker on 5 in x 6 in x 1 in Mixed Media Paper