words

let’s suffocate together
between our
little
personal
dramas.

let’s drown together
wrapped in the arms
of our
heavy
maternal
waters.

let’s experiment with form,
matter, sound, and light,
rhyme, meter, method,
and slip in to a
slow
strange
expression.

let’s enact a tragedy
with characters old and new,
let’s dance through life
and cast dark replicas
against a
high
autistic
curtain.

let’s murder morning
and make pretty patterns
in the blood, let’s be killers
and let’s write our names in it
so those that pass through
where morning used to be
know
who
did it.

-S.C. Martinez