By Zoe Kurland
Image: “Sea Salt,” by Charlotte Pierce, 2015.
Exponential decay
That feeling of shame when you’re too fancy for the occasion
that “I am overdressed for this party, So much so that I can feel
the slick complications of my waist” feeling.
and the ways in which I’ve tapered
are crushing the cave where
possible heartbeat
sonically strums.
why is Y a hook between legs why is X arms and legs
Clothes puddle at the foot of your bed.
an infinite stain shrinks, an anemone head
into dermal layers then fluid pools then
poof and cackle to melt
soft and wrinkled as
the wicked witch, I am
one more smudge
on your Ikea
rug.
Most things in me have a half life.
It began as a surmise on memory
but now it’s whatever goes inside.
so
yours or mine