Tuesday, December 31, 2019
MILKY WAY
a coin placed on the headstone
mark a bargaining for life
she is "great flood" Mehet-Weret
always cross roaded never still, this circle
i was wedded to the root, she says, great tap root, and i think i will make it a poem, no not a poem, i will make it a book, no not a book, i will make it a mapping, an escape route, do you recall we were always this side of the river, i was silt legged, a pelican not of color but rooted to region, i mean we rot here, she said name a hue to protect you, and it washes down, the eyes cast of i could never be a clever girl, can you... i have always been surrounded by women, or angels, i mean, have you ever left your body. you know when you can't feel. it only occurred to me after four decades that i have never really felt anything at all.
i swayed barge giver
crossing water is a junction
no one stays on the boat, girl
you have to choose a shore sooner or later
step out and it's an either/ either
we're never leaving this cave
& it's because the fire is nowhere near burning out
her name is domain of horrors. did you translate that right. i have been in these hospitals most of my lives. do you mean life. but there were some i forgot. tell me what year it is. it's two different years across continents. right now, you could take my hand and we would be in the futuring. i am dreaming we made it. i am dreaming i slipped out the window. did you jump. she died a few times. but one of us survived. i put hysteria in my pocket. i had to steal it.
be careful touching a beast burning.
i held inside me the grief i slipped from each of you.
i rolled inside me like pearls the damage, all of the suffer you
kissed me. you fucked me. you put inside me. you laid your hand
in my hand and i breathed in. did you think i was just your friend, another human?
i am devouring. as she has always been, i have yet to meet the face
that calms this trampling. this is the year i said good bye to masking.
the sistrum leaks. take a travel, i am gone blood thirsting to silk roads of soft landing.
there is a type of petal that will not burn.
tell me you mean the naming.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Anesthesia: A Suite Not Dream
"In his mind abandoning photography meant submitting to loss"
-House of Leaves
"We have surpassed all of our templates..."
-Laura Mattingly, 12.25.19
i.
let me wing over you
a pass-
ing, passage "of time" "with
out sensation" steer bliss
under you, i am reach
i am _____ible
swallowing my tongue its tail
rip her up out/ rip inside
down my throat
between my legs instrument of extraction
i caress each intrusion into the body
was not love that pulled me apart
there is no drug
there is no drug
there is no drug
that will ever sleep me through that raping
i would have found it by now
i would have folded wings down
i would fly
but i
stayed strapped down you are going
to have to hold her d____
ii.
drown i sing into the twilight
what is a controlled loss / does it temper
does it twinkle.... look at the lights in this hotel
i was dreaming we walked there.
i sing down into a time line
not my own. i come to
i woke up here. in this place. where all is similar
and i
and i
i am the different stone angel
prayer like water
prayer like my name erased.
iii.
xmas day: i told her ask the cards what i need to do when they put me under again, 4 hours in the tabling. as close to death, i would shimmer. and what is it you want. to hurt god. G-D. to refuse that love. b/c if that's not good enough. girl, if no one is g--d enough is it you or them quitting early, is it you or them bringing you back up....
it's never all going to be fixed
iv.
if i can just solve this piece
if i can.
if i am worth it.
i can make it cohere. i can make all of the words
fit.
under my tongue, the skin sheared where they would silence
bowls echo i struck i was struck
v.
unpin scapula. let me never be afraid of losing you
my palms were filled with shame. still. after all this confession
after all this doubt doused. shame pouring between fingers
an offering: look at me. under the lights. universe perfect.
i built hard as cement. i held inside me hard as rock. stone to stone.
the world touched me and i turned it out. impenetrable.
tell me the truth, dream,
you've never met a girl as hard to see as this one.
Saturday, December 21, 2019
GRAVEL
many is the blood and now is the place
imperfect circles we cannot deny
how stillness ellipses
counter weight to death
count me in that number
not sainted, but torn free in my failings
you hold deep in the body all unsaid
secret griefs roll inside me, a rocking
to sleep for the lullaby babes, shush
he says, i'm doing the best i can
& it's never enough, this recitation
prayer me to song or whisper by name
this temporary not remembering
turning to stone, i turn
aperiodic crystal and the rate at which sound
moves, precious heart, genetic inheritance
what could not touch me, led me
apart, a breaking open of portals
"What is life?" they ask
i non exist, where the wings
meet, seven scales that octave
the universe: i came to shift
on the field in one generation
terror to bliss, the rain of suffer
held off course: i heard her speak
inside my head: Love hard
no matter the choosing
the trick to unlock a word
like spirals caught in the tubing
i pass like the light of a star still
wishing, i pass under covers
the night of your hand still moving
in a question of time, i rip off course
i am dreaming of being the answer
Monday, December 09, 2019
Doorways
he only loves those things
because he loves to see them break
-"Doll Parts"
god, sometimes
i think i'm done
feeling broken
like i told her, i'm healed now
and so i was, now what's that damage you hand me
put your mouth up to my ear and listen
how my body crumbles
do you know a recipe for best girl, i was lapped
to your grace, sit lil doggy in the wet spot you
at the end of the line, been caught
i been....nah, you know how inside me ruptured light
put me down if it's too much
learn to run from what burns
& what else named is
a seraphed thing from cinder-storied-dreams of ever lovely rippled
a ripping, a tear in the hand worth a fist in the...
sweet honey drip, i wanna give you some ..... good, good
most days i'm writing to survive, but tell a truth
some days
i'm writing to seduce
like language is: Build a bridge
between us in the room body across an ocean of past trespass
& what we catch on film
& what we forget to say out loud
what is there to lose loosened minutes unfurl
time was wet
we kept wiping it off the backs of our hands
sometimes, god....
i can barely piece it together
because he loves to see them break
-"Doll Parts"
god, sometimes
i think i'm done
feeling broken
like i told her, i'm healed now
and so i was, now what's that damage you hand me
put your mouth up to my ear and listen
how my body crumbles
do you know a recipe for best girl, i was lapped
to your grace, sit lil doggy in the wet spot you
at the end of the line, been caught
i been....nah, you know how inside me ruptured light
put me down if it's too much
learn to run from what burns
& what else named is
a seraphed thing from cinder-storied-dreams of ever lovely rippled
a ripping, a tear in the hand worth a fist in the...
sweet honey drip, i wanna give you some ..... good, good
most days i'm writing to survive, but tell a truth
some days
i'm writing to seduce
like language is: Build a bridge
between us in the room body across an ocean of past trespass
& what we catch on film
& what we forget to say out loud
what is there to lose loosened minutes unfurl
time was wet
we kept wiping it off the backs of our hands
sometimes, god....
i can barely piece it together
Sunday, November 03, 2019
Gadreel
"and we were so beautiful in the doorway"
-M. Buzzeo
like rundown, crossback
i remember your eyes
like yesterday
not yesterday itself
back east, a home cawed or clawed
boys i tribed: not safe & safe & what are you now
now you can't eclipse me
i fantasize this language
one palm touches another
there are many separate translations
for what we are: occurring as
i am lead, hurdled to pure light
the way patina dances on the tongue
it only takes a little bit to turn me on
can't bear the sentence cut off, strange animal
to hibernate
i cave you in the fire we round, listen it echoes
the flames' sound paws us
i dreamed of his hands on my face, my neck, my stomach
i dreamed of a hand able to build and pull down
without the song of violence etched in those life lines
we grew up younger & larger
than we ever imagined: what do you forget every day
i never forget this wounding or desire
what does that make of me
i have trouble in this space of particle
light to wave, shimmers do you know
how to capture ___ i had to steal it
-M. Buzzeo
like rundown, crossback
i remember your eyes
like yesterday
not yesterday itself
back east, a home cawed or clawed
boys i tribed: not safe & safe & what are you now
now you can't eclipse me
i fantasize this language
one palm touches another
there are many separate translations
for what we are: occurring as
i am lead, hurdled to pure light
the way patina dances on the tongue
it only takes a little bit to turn me on
can't bear the sentence cut off, strange animal
to hibernate
i cave you in the fire we round, listen it echoes
the flames' sound paws us
i dreamed of his hands on my face, my neck, my stomach
i dreamed of a hand able to build and pull down
without the song of violence etched in those life lines
we grew up younger & larger
than we ever imagined: what do you forget every day
i never forget this wounding or desire
what does that make of me
i have trouble in this space of particle
light to wave, shimmers do you know
how to capture ___ i had to steal it
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
State of Memory
State of Memory
identify with the object of affection
past appropriate, graffiti your heart
box cars: tap, tap, tap
where the softest parts, where did we go
off course, i wanted not knowing what i want
i whispered to nothing, with you
i found a quieting i have never known
it disappears: i gathered safe
from unsafe people for a memory to fix
they have to be encoded
turned hopeless on hope: photograph
locked: make it summon, make it occur
coat the heat of edge along desire
why attachment sings disaster
rapid shifts in mood
under the impact of implicit memory
swiped enough faces to buy my freedom
on each wrist braceleted escape
i was decentralized, walked 3 rings round
a burnt cindering, shame is what i cast in
i care not for the small narrative of power
framed upon sands
we traveled 93 million miles in 8 minutes
find yourself lost between languages
the printing plate, heavy, burnished
stains clear: my childhood tucked
under synapses, a gate left unlocked
loose a whole herd, what's an unreasonable
amount of data, what happened before new orleans
tell a photon how to avoid absorption
under 40,000 years but it takes eternity
i tried to be brave but there was a lot of time
left: a drowning held under only long
enough to panic, & you see stars that are not our star
our star, our star, sing a song
identify with the object of affection
past appropriate, graffiti your heart
box cars: tap, tap, tap
where the softest parts, where did we go
off course, i wanted not knowing what i want
i whispered to nothing, with you
i found a quieting i have never known
it disappears: i gathered safe
from unsafe people for a memory to fix
they have to be encoded
turned hopeless on hope: photograph
locked: make it summon, make it occur
coat the heat of edge along desire
why attachment sings disaster
rapid shifts in mood
under the impact of implicit memory
swiped enough faces to buy my freedom
on each wrist braceleted escape
i was decentralized, walked 3 rings round
a burnt cindering, shame is what i cast in
i care not for the small narrative of power
framed upon sands
we traveled 93 million miles in 8 minutes
find yourself lost between languages
the printing plate, heavy, burnished
stains clear: my childhood tucked
under synapses, a gate left unlocked
loose a whole herd, what's an unreasonable
amount of data, what happened before new orleans
tell a photon how to avoid absorption
under 40,000 years but it takes eternity
i tried to be brave but there was a lot of time
left: a drowning held under only long
enough to panic, & you see stars that are not our star
our star, our star, sing a song
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Pegasus
winged myth downloaded
a woman snaked by rape
no one need be beholden in stone
for that forked telling
let them bake beauty into a cake
fed us, i could see bodies strapped to the bed
in the long night of song
why not use what you know
to build -- let me understand
three options & sell to the highest bidder
if you wade into currency
they already own you
money has no meaning, but what
you create, they have the power to steal
adorn truth in a masking, slip silent
under the web, i packed it in lines
burnt into me while traveling
behind veils, where this side rings not
is fleeting what you worry under
& if you can't see that, you are
far under still, you won't know freedom
you've been confined your whole life
shackles thin enough for you to grasp at joy
but have you asked yourself why it doesn't last
have you ever wondered why
suffering has been fed to you
your entire existence
the sticky embrace called "hope"
that isn't holding you but holding you down
don't read the words, it's shaped in the sound
the virus is uploaded daily directly into your mind
you call it living, but there has never been an "alive"
if you try to disentangle, you will see arise
inside you: the sicknesses they have coded
to keep you just hooked enough to not sink
a woman snaked by rape
no one need be beholden in stone
for that forked telling
let them bake beauty into a cake
fed us, i could see bodies strapped to the bed
in the long night of song
why not use what you know
to build -- let me understand
three options & sell to the highest bidder
if you wade into currency
they already own you
money has no meaning, but what
you create, they have the power to steal
under the web, i packed it in lines
burnt into me while traveling
behind veils, where this side rings not
is fleeting what you worry under
& if you can't see that, you are
far under still, you won't know freedom
you've been confined your whole life
shackles thin enough for you to grasp at joy
but have you asked yourself why it doesn't last
have you ever wondered why
suffering has been fed to you
your entire existence
the sticky embrace called "hope"
that isn't holding you but holding you down
don't read the words, it's shaped in the sound
the virus is uploaded daily directly into your mind
you call it living, but there has never been an "alive"
if you try to disentangle, you will see arise
inside you: the sicknesses they have coded
to keep you just hooked enough to not sink
Friday, October 04, 2019
Probable Minds
....this life of yours which you are living is not merely a piece of the entire existence, but is, in a certain sense, the whole; only this whole is not so constituted that it can be surveyed in one single glance.
-E. Schrodinger
oh,
dark seer of folding tongues
how i laid under
the cross hatched gist of touching lids
there, there mockery for a joint
gone blue into tempest
having found the last notes
of this bleak dawning
no one knows what you are
each morning, how you learn
about love from a leaning in
to say what will you temper
flow rapid like water to the lowest
licking point, put yourself into every
part of me until my body pulls tight
& rode down the bucking heat
i forget where one of us ends
& the other begins & it is no matter
as words have edges that people do not
Wednesday, October 02, 2019
Random Disruption :: Contained Object
Border /
Line
i.
i want to show you the moutains
holding up the phone, the screen fills
with desert, your voice suspended, they are farther than they seem
i know about running out of space
the world not wild enough
can’t we still get married, you laugh
we can do anything if it comes to cruelty
scenery slipping past
i have $20.00 left and nowhere to go and HIV
& echo: what kills us
wherever you go, there you are
ii.
look, she tells me over the cards, you are never going to get
what you needed
i get on stages flowing over, what is constant
is the way i can’t hold the memory of any sweetness
i forget that love exists in the absence of a body before me
they call it splitting: the way i fold down between acts
i pretend to understand cues.
iii.
you will turn on me or i will turn on you & then time passes
loneliness makes a small rip, then grows to erase even safe
i know something about people who no one can love
it’s dry and hot and cold at night (endures)
we are stuck here. it seems (untethered) the sun melts
i will never find you. and you will never see me. that is what family means
iv.
The observed cannot be separated from the observer.
i think i am beginning to understand that we are not dependent on the universe
as much as it is dependent upon us to see it clearly
i named every tear after a star. i tacked them to the night sky
above our heads and sang to you across death valley
a barycenter contains an inherent two-body problem
neither holds, either is the shifting space that threatens
a double star is just an illusion of light it is hard to measure
what any one person ever gives another person in this life
Line
i.
i want to show you the moutains
holding up the phone, the screen fills
with desert, your voice suspended, they are farther than they seem
i know about running out of space
the world not wild enough
can’t we still get married, you laugh
we can do anything if it comes to cruelty
scenery slipping past
i have $20.00 left and nowhere to go and HIV
& echo: what kills us
wherever you go, there you are
ii.
look, she tells me over the cards, you are never going to get
what you needed
i get on stages flowing over, what is constant
is the way i can’t hold the memory of any sweetness
i forget that love exists in the absence of a body before me
they call it splitting: the way i fold down between acts
i pretend to understand cues.
iii.
you will turn on me or i will turn on you & then time passes
loneliness makes a small rip, then grows to erase even safe
i know something about people who no one can love
it’s dry and hot and cold at night (endures)
we are stuck here. it seems (untethered) the sun melts
i will never find you. and you will never see me. that is what family means
iv.
The observed cannot be separated from the observer.
i think i am beginning to understand that we are not dependent on the universe
as much as it is dependent upon us to see it clearly
i named every tear after a star. i tacked them to the night sky
above our heads and sang to you across death valley
a barycenter contains an inherent two-body problem
neither holds, either is the shifting space that threatens
a double star is just an illusion of light it is hard to measure
what any one person ever gives another person in this life
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Wanting to Die
and the love, whatever it was, an infection
i tried to last as long as you in the shatter
memory, a lip drooling, i have sliced
off more sounds than most
let me taste it, not rotten, a low
hung bruised fruit no one wants
palmed into violence, i have cut
my way out more than once, that song
sings inside my head constant, silence
is what takes the shape of love here and no
one touches, no one sees, till you disappear
and then let me tell you, bit by anger
planted inside you, i am one more line
written where you left, i emerge to surrender
excised from the deep tap root
you asked me to take in damage
say the woman was forty two and dear
how much time do we have left
put this blood angel up to my ear
we enter their star, they've all gone away
i whispered but you were gone too
anne, i will enter death a light
anne, fur and rings, it's lovely, tell me it's not lovely
how you will look and look for me
in ways you never tried when i was right here
where light meets light creates a darkness
and i like it more than i like me
i am unbalanced, to meet the bleeding trees
i've wiped the program
i am in torment and have no place here
i know your blades of glass, the shock
of sunsets, how i have loved you and all of life
is not up for discussion, it's how i could not
feel any of it, how numb can you swim
forever: how could love ask this of me
ashamed is the life i can't live
the way love will fall around you
riddled with the desire of it
and you falling, can’t grasp on to anything
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Palindrome
Palindrome
9.12.19
for kia
every morning you should write a love poem
poem love
a write
should you
morning,
every?
should you
every, love,
morning write
a poem
a morning write
should you love
every poem
you should love
a poem every
morning
write?
love should write
a you, poem,
every morning
every morning poem
you love
write, a should
should you
write
love, a poem
morning every
you should morning love a poem every write
what number did the angel use to seek you?
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Friday, September 06, 2019
Without motion
language is as close as i want
to get to love
it turns
me round
i wanted to run
into someone
safe enough to wing over
me, the air cold enough
clinging to this temporary
as near as i can stand
it’s fleeting, we retreat
control is about living
& for us, that meant survive
all the world did not give us
& then gave back its madness
i could read the pattern
of how we break, the body
that can’t relax hits a tipping point
written in hate, it was armoring
we had no desire to be the fire
put out, come for me
early morning before we disappear
back into lives, swallowing
of time under our fingers, fingers
you would trace the way i am
fingers under here, we be
this type of animal sheltering
in anonymous
you were the only
beast i could let go
underneath
beast i could let go
underneath
Thursday, August 01, 2019
Eclipse
" 'Eclipse' is related to the Greek word for abandonment" -RBD, draft 82
outside of the poem, nothing
this story eclipses me
do i ever get to leave childhood
at the border, an edge designed to threaten
i was numb but wanted to appear
mostly intact. learn to shine
learn to pull up to love, where no setting for you
stands. and anyway, i go out on what rises
before me: i was the choice people made
breaking because hard exists only in relation
to what must bend because of it
space will consume you: the poem
is all i knew of safe, i built it out into places
to hold more and then that too abandoned me
it looked like i was leaving the way i framed
picture this truth, the soft ways we go under
is what undoes us. no one is listening finally.
i was invisible and thought being seen
was the path but it was seeing itself
love in this life is masked illusion
a child marked by a sign not yet translated
i did not want any life that came before me
i did not want this life before me
& that colored the hours most, they
flee from me that sometime did we seek
sought not, looked up as it darkens
the swollen spot where light pours in
not cracks, not fissures, but time
time itself we crumble under
i was outside it and never coming back
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Kindness is a bargaining
Family Dinner
Kindness skirts the absolve, tender
love curtained, the way nice is handled
purpled in tones I could not remember
one day in the life of being so small
except windows, you look out empty
What is so real as the absence of sound?
the way I was gathered was wilder
taught we hold tongue tight
but affection is fluid, he says don't be
scared: Terror is a necessary fluid.
Only things temporary are precious.
where others built brick by brick, I found
my hands full of sand, grain by grain, each
numbered, look miracles, come in the way
you receive them. The back porch held us
in the summer, while New Orleans disappeared
we carved out too much dreaming and built this too
what we needed: And to be fed by love at every meal
what a life that would be: The blood jet is poetry.
Love is this desert: hot, dry, and endless.
Friday, June 21, 2019
New Dollbaby Piece up at Jacket2: EXTREME TEXTS
From:
Extreme texts
Edited by Divya Victor
Dollbaby
The poetics of hysteria and motherhood
MEGAN BURNS
Trigger warning: abuse, suicide
The following document is an archive of two years of my life when I lost custody of my children after I tried to end an abusive marriage. The court took my kids from me based on the art I create: appropriately, the art in this case centers around historical instances when real women also lost their voices, autonomy, and their lives due to their own inability to have freedom and safety in this world. It’s 2019, and women are still not safe. I want to send the song of this text into the future until the answer is sure: when are women going to be safe in this world?
Read full piece at Jacket2:
Friday, June 07, 2019
RE: Survival
imagine we still spoke
& you asked me
what is the most terrible thing
that happened to you
and i turn, facing you
perhaps in bed
as the morning light filters through dusty slats
june below sea level in a city, listing to sink
here naked, covers strewn around our ankles
the a/c never stops humming
we barely touch, the heat of our skin
filling the emptiness
and i get lost in the deep swell
of your eyes upon me
to think in all of this chaos
you could see
the answer
i whisper into the palm
of your hand
"time"