Not Verb, but Vertigo
—after Alejandra Pizarnik A yellow scraping across my skin when I write the word “sky” Not sky but scything : to let day be scraped out by night I scratched down the word “flower” & felt the parts draw away from the tongue. Not gnomon, grown*man, but ghost : to gnaw on the crisp skin once it’s been stripped down from the meat the neat meat hiding under the table of the skin’s tablatures right at the juncture where day/night meet you can see it indicated by the perforated lines what parts of us that don’t cast a shadow
Copyright © 2018 by Eleni Sikélianòs. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.