Stagnation and Fugue

STAGNATION

andFugue By Ana Noriega Art By: Sophie Williams

My fourteen-year old body emerges dressed in military badge— a wounded child crawls to Sunday;

Broken tendon, twisted bone Lysergic radiance from every fingernail.

Eternally

Wormy status quo ... Wishing for a beach house As I dig a backyard pool;

But impotence breeds gratitude,

From every black stroke On my healing eyelids

The windows now have water teeth (like the poet once said) projecting colors upon pavement little waterdrop on my hair;

Industrial column going home Grips the monorail, Sweeps to sweeter dreams.