if it dies I will not shed a tear.
I don’t really know her or what she
wants from me,
the men who made her, or how I’m
supposed to live here-
sweltering in a chaos
that ain’t for my
sake.
Unwilling as I am to bear the responsibility
of accumulated force.
.
Collective destiny can only be spread
so thin.
Before I reach for the knife-
To cut off the other twisted wing
and plummet
all the way back to the sweet earth.
.
They’re flying us somewhere
and I did not elect to go right into the mad eye of
the sun
.
In The State my momma don’t love me-
I am never enough
Laying down looking at the clouds
certain of my calculus that to survive
here would
cost me bails of my dignity
an amount of my humanity that I could not do to expel
Coraline James Seksinsky is a musician, writer, and begrudging worker who’s lived the vast majority of her life in Cheshire County, New Hampshire. Currently, she resides in middle Tennessee with her boyfriend in an old farmhouse.