go on, Saturn, eat your son

you told me you had a dream in which

you crawled through the vents 

of a house you were much too big for,

you look worn under the fluorescent light,

etched in gray, your foreign face casts 

long shadows at all hours of the day

covering each and every hall

on the floor and the entire wall,

i felt bothered by the cacophonous sound of strings

and so i left the room and thought about how

we are shaped by different things,

each word was a weight tied to my ankles 

and you and her unsheathed your rings,

go on, Saturn, eat your son

suck on sinew and lick each ligament

one by one by one by one

tear his torso with your teeth

rip off his skin like tissue 

expose the bloody mess inside,

i think of you sometimes, how you might look now, 

not just a glimpse through closed circuit filament

unknowingly captured by innocent cameras, 

i think of what happened and what almost did, what might have if,

and i thought i saw your ghost in the mezzanine

over and over and over and over

but it was the light messing with me,

your discarded glass bottles were horological,

clinking together in the bin, drinking 

some other, harder things and

i think of what happened and what almost did, what might have if 

Author's Note

bit of a rough draft

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if you had to leave the room because of the sound, then the story told you had to have been extremely expressive...so real...
And seeing the ghost of an imagination...like looking at a reflection in the lake...we see what we feel and want to see...like looking at a poem and being able to see what WE want to see and feel.
I really love the idea of "innocent cameras"---
I often think of those pictures of the past....and what almost happened so many times.
Then I realize...where I am is where I am supposed to be...and the picture is what it is and almosts are
what if's that only interfere with enjoying the now and the real.
j.

[jaye river]

jacob, thank you for reading and for your thoughtful review. i agree, we need to learn to not be so stuck in the past, it is what it is