by Sarah Horner
/ hunger / taste
/ bruise
/ build
/ ease / rest
/ dawn
The sun is round. The sun is round warm gentle light
At dawn. I look right at it. You wake up slowly
You wake up slowly You wake up slowly
/ bloom
Crack a window. Let the breeze meet Last night’s love-air
/ decay
My skin is a lovely kaleidoscope. My skin is white, red, purple Touched
How many colors in a rainbow? In a rainbow there is
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, want
That’s eight, I count, one more than last time More than last time
In various places I ache Breasts, neck, mouth, stomach, throat. Chest—
Where lies rotting the truth of me and you
/ passing
What happens before we fully decompose? There is a brief alteration of color
A moment of softness. Skin soft enough to puncture
I reach in. Engulf my needing fingertips in
Your sweet interior.
Sarah Horner is a writer and recent graduate of the University of Minnesota. Her poetry and fiction have been published in places such as Lunch Ticket, Defunkt Magazine, Across the Margin, and Anti-Heroin Chic. She lives in Minneapolis with her cat Goose.