Abandonment
︎︎︎ Atsushi Ikeda
︎Dec 15, 2023
The grace framing the trees
Crossed ankles on a wavering doll
No, hope was never material
I imagined myself in contacts—
Thinned to delusion
I saw better
Rising steady like the formula for a story
Colder and closer to the stratosphere
But a wisp of hair loosed is enough
To enlighten me, bring the hundred
Breathings down
And I broached sky
In the between frames where
The automatic let you go—
Long day
You put your music in
So poetry rides like the side of a knife
Through the bread left on the table
Serration heaving
Makes a sound
How else do I know morning?
Up the sky I’m a jellyfish
My reason is all this billowing:
The reel’s invisible appetite
The grace in framing.
Crossed ankles on a wavering doll
No, hope was never material
I imagined myself in contacts—
Thinned to delusion
I saw better
Rising steady like the formula for a story
Colder and closer to the stratosphere
But a wisp of hair loosed is enough
To enlighten me, bring the hundred
Breathings down
And I broached sky
In the between frames where
The automatic let you go—
Long day
You put your music in
So poetry rides like the side of a knife
Through the bread left on the table
Serration heaving
Makes a sound
How else do I know morning?
Up the sky I’m a jellyfish
My reason is all this billowing:
The reel’s invisible appetite
The grace in framing.
Atsushi Ikeda is a writer/musician in Montreal, whose work has appeared in Apocalypse Confidential, new_sinews, ergot., The Ex-Puritan, petrichor, and more.
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