Earthblazed, Torpor

Poetry by Marine Willis
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy

fingering at the henna on my midriff

like gluestick slicked digits in childhood,

like patterns to unpick the overripe

sibilance of crickets in the morning,

as if enough regression will ordain me

skipping rocks into the slippery horizon line

of myself, or coving in to a great cascade

of unbound speculative futures, or

belly-gazing between the mudcracks

of a terracotta epidermis, or ambling

along a labyrinthine cortex to breach

the anticline of flesh, the unfurling at the

base of my cervix, from the raging core of me

to downy grasslands, singed with crop

circles of an orbital uninhabitant 

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