H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
I know there are inhuman things that grow
in the shallows of me.
Yes, an orchard of callused,
mud-caked hands twisting out from the ground.
I feel the flock of birds perched on rib my bones. Yes,
I am child forever—
husk of perennial flesh,
the space between lovers’ bodies, a fresh bruising
of fruit between the thighs. Yes, sweet girl. Pretty girl.
The neighbor boy’s body
heavy as a rainstorm.
I think somewhere in the world he still carries a monument
to my skinny wrists. So when I met a man who reminded me
of the neighbor boy who touched me
as a child, whose eyes were moss
flecked and sallow— I knew who I was made for.
The neighbor boy offered me a golden apple. I was
seven. I took it. My whole
life swallowed up
in one handful of mealy white flesh.
Jessica Lynn Suchon is a poet, essayist, and women’s rights advocate. She recently received her MFA from Southern Illinois University where she was recognized by The Academy of American Poets. In 2016, Jessica was named an Emerging Writer Fellow by Aspen Words, a partner of The Aspen Institute. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Yemassee, Radar Poetry, Connotation Press, decomP magazinE, Rust + Moth, and A Shadow Map: An Anthology by Survivors of Sexual Assault, among others.
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