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poetry with sting

Sister, Sister / Of My Neck

9/7/2020

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by Emma Simington

“I’m. Coming down there”
 
A pillow shaped rabbit
chews fanning grasses. A
wild peacock, dull, fantailed
plucks dumbwood 'sects.
 
“Please please please stay alive”
 
Plumed lettuces, subtle airweeds.
A lengthy, staunch hare
chews exploded stars;
silty, decaying leaves.
 
“On the way”
 
Roman willow sprigs
as bookmarks, unpressed:
narrowly fanning, genial
(of genes).
 
“Please stay alive”
 
My cosmic sister.
Toddler-chalk drawn into
loam. Her eyes in-lit, perpetual,
coin tossed, and waning.
 
“This is me telling you (who has fallen
 
Reverential, pickled light,
necks usurping, no limbs
left. We morph into pepper vines.
Our life cycle
 
asleep), that I’m going to borrow ur
 
requires an underwater room.
a dancing woman coated in sun,
fighting without knuckles
clocking faces with seashells:
 
headphones to listen to my audiobook.”
 
blood-letting, chin resting in the crook.

Poetry burst from Emma Simington during childhood. She writes to love and to cope.
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