Listen to Rachmaninoff's Vocalise ―
the cello; most like the human voice,
bound with ropes of pockmarked melancholy,
― as I smash my head through a pane of glass
my timeline tangled puzzle laid bare
I’ve answered the riddle wrong
I’ve chosen ill at the crossroads
The liar lies in a hundred little reflections
I’ve been shredded into all-seeing splinters
Third & fourth & fifth eyes in the mirror
Are trapped by sharp edges & pierce
Classics and canvas in the fleshy negative space
Meat between metacarpals
― Yes, I hold my own hand ―
I am an arrow in
Sebastian’s side
I don’t believe, but
oh grit, oh god ― snapped bowstring ―
Listen
Let me be named Saint too
Hale is a non-binary, white/latino writer and an undergrad at the University of Michigan. They have published poetry in Corvid Queen and have short fiction forthcoming in the BITTER+SWEET zine. Besides poetry and short stories, they also develop interactive fiction, because they need as many mediums as possible to help put a name to their nest in identity limbo.
Twitter: @haleandwellmet