white man paralysis is cloth for her flesh is a clipper and in the winter can devour for
the spine is a greenhouse is antennae to keep warm is procreation is only legs is meat
but no martyr. it is to be given. it pays to be carcass worn and lightly buzzed. that is
to be nibbled. is sympathy but not too much. generationally, is codependent. ovulate for
preamble is like honey face and fetish on a mango.
man paralysis is codification like the apparition of what is but was taken. this is to
mean or say. raw is a form of appetite and it breaks breast and yolk together for
her sallow like oedipus. it is to a be a warmonger. it jars to be a hen’s
great-grandmother. if we sold palpitations you would be overflowing with ears of corn.
(i would buy your silence with boiled placentas to mince in your
gut-station
or perhaps outside)
paralysis is womb-opium to suckle. un-peal so that i may crawl inside your cavities and
wrap my tongue around your liver. that is exploitation and you are infant. it is to
be fiber. it reeks to smell fetus in your breath.
Turandot Shayegan is a student from Los Angeles, California. Her poems seek to deconstruct and disrupt traditional notions of grammar and syntax, exposing the raw materiality of language as a form of new expression. She was recently named a 2019-2020 finalist for the LA Youth Poet Laureate.
