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By daniela hernandez

  1. Tumbling Percussion
    Tumbling Percussion
    By Eleena Ghosh
sweet procession, rose-blue.
if we’re here, let’s be here now.

kissing a belly rotten with pudgy organs,
i take the death i’m moored to,
and bob in the water; dead man's float.

she takes me to the beach to say farewell.
Ocean and i, both fatigued,
and showing signs of wreckage,
stay.

a heart rimmed in salt,
arteries clogged with silver fish,
lodged between a coral reef and obsidian,
beating in a language long dead.
seaweed grows in its cracks.

we make a bonfire, Ocean and i.
dispense of the evidence,
yearning—still—for that vernal beau.

Ocean drowns me.
all i hear is its question:
what was her name?

i thought i could master nature,
like a decaying preacher,
crying hell’s real!
with handfuls of snakes.

i thought i could vanish love,
as if the stars went out
when sleep cradles us.

sweet procession, rose-blue.
if we’re here, let’s be here now.







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