Two Poems by Stacey Gruver

10/11/2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Take Threats Seriously

 

this is an awkward position but I'll hold it for you

you smell of questionable excretions and tea tree oil and

the yellow stains on the upholstery spread every time you visit

 

your fetishes leak into everything and you're a threat to the wildlife

I take threats seriously, my turtle mouth snaps up nettles

 

I can't feel the sting and I like the feel of limbs dangling between my teeth

I'm not a thief but watch where you put that hand

what I eat is mine

 

I'll take those wiggling fingers,

nip you right down to the first knuckle

and I won't care if you bleed, won't give back what you lose

 

 

 

 

Benthic Zone

 

her husband is gone for the evening

 

she's alone and it's getting dark and it's raining

the bedsheets sag with damp and the hiss of tires from distant traffic reach her in lazy waves

 

    it's the ocean again, thin and staticky 

    saltwater fills the room

 

her skin thins, expands, dissolves

she's losing her bones to jelly, but this time she's no fish

she needs room for what's floating in her, she makes room--

blue light spills in a stream of bioluminescence from the phone on her chest but she ignores its pulsing

 

    sound muffles, slows in her

    her mass distorts it

    her mass crushes things that don't belong inside her and 

 

tonight she wants only the soft, hungry things swimming through her currents to be uncrushed

she's filled with fangs and nematocysts and

a depth charge: another pulse, another swirl of light

she can't answer--

 

a dead leviathan is sinking through her,

slipping through the last wavelengths of light slowly enough for 

its bones to be colonized, bored into, digested

its flesh flaking away and spiraling around it, above it like a veil of snow

 

this body will feed many, many mouths, and she wants to be present for it

she has to watch until it settles

this body needs a witness, needs gratitude

for the gifts it gives to her depths 

 

 

 

 

 

Stacey Gruver is a poet and artist who lives and works in Baltimore, Maryland. In 2014, she was a recipient of the Maryland Individual Artists Award. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Eye to the Telescope, Noble / Gas Qtrly, YesPoetry, and The Puritan.

 

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