chatter around town will be of blindness
all ghosts will be Russian ghosts at parties
always the law here is to sing,
believe me
no thought-bubble tarries
above your head
for all the brethren to read,
they’re streaming
a film on the history of the sun
since eyes evolved to see underwater
do you prefer photos of
landscapes or
photos of people, you choose
the figure
for god among the lavish
descriptions
of polar deserts, information
clouds
known as the neobeautiful, watching
four-minute videos on how to draw
blood samples with a butterfly needle
you will all have gone ancestral
by then
say unto them that you were changed into
a heliotropic plant then back to
a woman then a plant again, unlucky
women carry too much yellow bile
what paleozoic sunlight was like
acknowledge soul begins in the
liver
take the vexing thought to the
anagram
machine: net worth
metamorphoses into
a wet thorn, tell me what my
“about” shall be
there’s a cherry tree at the center of
puberty, a chlorine hand wash before entering
love’s written all over your face, my love
what incredible footage has emerged
Originally published in Adroit Journal. Copyright © 2016 by Carolina Ebeid. Used with the permission of the author.