Sadi— – KURIS Litfest 2015

Illustration by Xene Cabahug

I think my shadow dislikes me,

I think it hates my skin.

I think these bones are flimsy,

I think these things today.

But yesterday was different

My shadow loved my skin,

When prison was before us

And all there was was sin.

I think of how I skinned her,

Of how her nails pulled out –

The knife was made for cutting;

The flesh was made to howl.

And right between the muscles

In all their crests and trough,

Her veins glowed green then purple

Before they ruptured so.

I guess my favorite objects

Are ones that carve and tweak;

The little things with edges

And heavy ones with beaks.

And dear, I think you’re pretty,

My shadow likes you too.

Let’s dance beneath this city?

Just me alone with you.