Human Be
depths of the iris infinite blue-black
sea slick flash oil spill of lashes razor
look robs you flutter
of shame or exhaustion or want of a man aimed
across the train we stuffed in
railing strung with hands shells
let go you sure to fall
to your death from just standing and
land at the feet of strangers
on a train when someone croaks
folks make room they
look and look and finally move on
like just born turtles determine first sand you
must think of footsteps as stamps earth a message
we try furious to send into the future
but where the future at
the way the escalator
reincarnates her silver links to be born
with grave built-in
fibrovascular lichen black sun with crumbling
aperture gravity defied the seedling’s intrepid ascent
from the carton’s socket
MRB Chelko is the recipient of a 2013 Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Manhattations. Her work has appeared numerous chapbooks and journals, current/forthcoming publications include: Anti-, Poetry International, Sixth Finch, and Washington Square Review.
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