Cornfield
Scurrying for undergrowth
away from the all-seeing world
I look to burrow
deep into timeless holes
that swallow me whole as vintage wine,
to eclipse my being,
forget my name and name tag
on the brink of a field
where I forfeit humanity
for feral fields
where lioness licks and quirks
are longed for, soaked up like osmosis.
I womb myself in taller wheat,
to erase my humanness,
shadowed and immoral,
in the belly of a field
Here. I’m a shrew or rat,
a bestial child of God.
I blaspheme.
Writhe.
Blame.
Maim.
In the sharp blades of tall rushes,
cutting myself loose
from life’s leash
Here I am hollowed out
of the fleshy pulp
that lines the heart of someone else,
I suffocate free,
stripped of anxiety’s noxious dressing
soon reborn
a pure, pink-kissed fledgling,
taking flight
to a wheat-weighted heaven.
Healing
1. Peel the skin.
2. Squash the flesh.
3. Form remnants (once a person)
4. In pools of juice
5. Delectable yet sharp.
6. Never underestimate the tang.
7. Shorn, lethal blades of grass
8. Purring comfort
9. Lacerating purplish skin.
10. Lovers stick tongues
11. In pocket-sized mouths
12. Searching to root.
13. A bandage offers itself here
14. Clean, supple, enveloping
15. Patient
16. While heads on tilted stages
17. Clumsily balance.
Artwork Courtesy of our featured Artist Hassan Zahreddine
