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planet gazing for feelings, i.e. how did i get hereBy jacklyn janeksela QuailBellMagazine.com  i was feeling some kinda way then it didn’t matter because you didn’t matter because your body is a matter i can’t seem to get my hands around & then you sort of float away like one of those childhood balloons from my childhood, the one i let go nodding into an applauding sky, a penned message: hello, i’m jacklyn, here’s where i live, please write me & feelings are like that, asking for return, some-
times begging for it like a dogbone, a quick fuck, a fresh, spotless piece of blank paper i am still feeling some kinda way about how the magic between two bodies dwindle into flecks of stone that fall from my hands as i chip away at a heart turned arrowhead turned head puffing up like fish, like a blow-up doll, like ego & it pops like the sound of the Earth when it tilts just a bit too much from weight and bodies and feelings, it lands in the back- yard of my childhood, where i am lifting my face in the direction of the Sun or Moon, up- wards, forever anticipating the feelings of a stranger attached to a gibbous balloon CommentsComments are closed.
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