from “Say in the end”

Carolyn Ferrucci | Say in the end | Spiral Editions | February 2024 | 17 Pages

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I’m Dead

And we knew this would happen
Erotically as the ground which shatters you
Water of us almost to the top
Of you 30 stories tall, and some intimate we
laughed knowing the rich
Would be scrambling to the top of us
sinking, Take this, the means of you, quit
work from it, in sanitation for 17 years
for hard headed ego bosses
As you put it, green asphalt
conglomerate grasses
steaming, and we were
Laughing so hard at their presentation
on time, we were living ruined, covering
our faces not keeping any score, not knowing

Isn’t this really it
The cashier laughing about someone
Who wanted to speak to the manager
About the image and its caption
Real life bears, darting
before us on the path, stones
direly moving and blue.
Populated breath says No

Each center describes what happens in another center
I’m not a cynic, I’m here
For the Horses who graze rooftops at night
Shapeless and therefore powerful, a yell genuine
A yell of hallelujah, horses galloping sure as theory isn’t
Doing everything we could
Gets stuck in the throat
Just here still, Without proposition, Here ye
He said he likes his cane, because it makes you
POWERFUL I said he said VULNERABLE we say these
        words at the same time.

From Say in the end by Carolyn Ferrucci.
Copyright © 2024 Carolyn Ferrucci.
Reprinted with permission of Spiral Editions.