DRECK

OLIVIA KAMER

ESSENCE

Everywhere is
rotting guava

Eyelids turn
transparent

for scent
molecules

contain colors
of a bruise

We cannot
sleep

until it
is located

eyes
un-shut

nostrils
twitching

doors
cloven

drawers
open

though you
have gone

somewhere entirely
unreachable

and I,
well I

have also
gone there


MY DISEASE

Every day I eat four oranges
and lie
My desires becoming impediments
on functioning

I think if I have a daughter
her name will have many Ls

The lulling of night does
not produce sleep
Everything is crooked with
the positions

of shadow and light inverted.
A burning lives between my legs

Nothing to do about that anymore
So let it burn!
Let the walls fall away from each other at
each corner

and wipe away the light as you would
a film of dust. Maybe Louise, maybe Tallula.

Hopefully she does not inherit
my disease.

Thank you for considering my work. My writing has been published with Recenter Press, Same Faces Collective, Spectra, Cult.Mag, and Dream Boy Book Club, among others.