Ashley-Elizabeth Best
I Seek
The descent begins, weather
the star-eaten sky.
I follow the trail of eyes;
those who’ve come before me.
This pulse, the fence line
the owl dares not cross.
I follow the river down
feel the bloom of heat,
all the eyes freeze-framed.
I’ll eat the continents
pull their meandering
coasts in,
pluck out the hang-nail acres.
Time-tracks the roots through
boneyards, knows the shape
of man.
I knew this was some slow
beckoning dream death, you
below, me collapsing like
water into you. A small panicked
happiness.
Findings
Flourishing cells, unrelenting
growth.
Live red lips smacking
a salty howl, calling to saints, but
full bladder beckons.
Internal damages bind my organs,
to feel near adherence to
some bodily knowing.
These are very beautiful. Don’t let ENGL @ Queens change you.