scalloped / collapsed
for Djuna Barnes
distance then, a murmuration.
even the smallest of birds frighten
and hurt too much.
bless me back offering
your trick mirror golden leash
wicked child, these hooves don't
belong to me and i am nothing
but sleep. far
far away from the
very spice of you.
in another long ago i wear crushed velvet in my twin hands
honeymoon face gathered reddish a foxtail bride
with my white dress and tortoiseshell purse
i am rothschild more and more
here i will blend in with the bear traps and the oysters
where ants crawl as i unravel you in bisque a pattern
Arielle Tipa is a writer / poet who lives near a haunted lake in New York. She is the Founding Editor of Occulum and author of Daughter-Seed (Empty Set Press, 2019).