from “Green Knife”
How pitiful to be human
you’re almost made
to become a monster
riding the train at peak hour
or in a lover’s bed
one of a couple or one of a few
where some warm and decorated
body has already been
made to feel more alive
by proximity, a stranger
will press their countenance
into yours without permission
without care or precaution
which you can either accept or resist
but you cannot stop
gravity, the moon
is the only constant
the moon does not need
our consent
The men drink the water
of your kitchen
the flavors are endless
which colors the suffering
Men drink the colors
and are nourished
I nourish myself from the cloud
I order things from
a new blue bra
a set of four Ball jars
also blue
and wide mouthed
that feeling
I can give myself
anytime I want
From Green Knife by Stella Corso.
Copyright © 2023 Stella Corso.
Reprinted with permission of Rescue Press.