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.
About this Poem
Eleni Sikelianos is the author of several poetry collections, including Make Yourself Happy (Coffee House Press, 2017).
Date Published: 2018-02-15
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/not-verb-vertigo