H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
B Y G I N N A L U C K
“Spirit rules secretly alone the body achieves
nothing is something you know.” - Anne Carson
I will cultivate a mile of green grass in the early summer rain I will shake fog into a forest at night like someone who left and then returns for love if love seems emptier still I will remind you even silence flourishes if you listen closely you’ll hear the slow sinking moon and all the dead light ready to disappear I will disappear I will die and be reborn a tree what will pulse inside me will not be a heart but a broken and upended oak branch that heaves and sunders and grinds into beautiful slick pink underneath I will crush you with the promise of lushness I’ll be more like any shade of the color green everything that seems to grow and grow you can run your hands through the moss and feel a vein a gash where broken skin knits together and sprouts viable and green push your heart into it like a muddied boot print dig a hole in it and get to know me again I am composing a new blood you can breath I am writing this poem inside of you a new line appears in your palm every now and then we touch and something drops from the sky moths or bees and small bird bodies I see three thousand miles of water before us and nothing but tiny green frogs skating over it what I’m trying to say is the more loss there is the more I will wash myself into new shapes I have unthinkable hugeness if a whole lot of thinking can change everything that is difficult becomes a system of transformation at the end of the day I have to stop being so fearful
Ginna Luck's work can be read or is forthcoming in Juked, Gravel, Pif Magazine, Radar Poetry, decomP, Menacing Hedge, Gone Lawn, Hermeneutic Chaos Journal and others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has an MFA from Goddard College.
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