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Here is the subversive heart:
Through which rebel blood rolls in secret passages
Dark is the meat, opaque and shiny as a horse’s eye
Bones fine and curved as tusks steeple a cage for it,
Under sediment of the water of you
Here are the nobs, the joints, the blades that arch like fins,
The guts like a sack of jewels,
Coiling spine as creeping as a tendril of white ivy,
The knees, the femurs, the pelvis,
Marrow filled machinery the colour of old stones that makes you walk so-
Why not pretend we are little planets of flesh with cores of white hot soul
Like avocado stones
Galactic would the movement between us be, unencumbered by thought
As rock is impassive when it’s smashed into;
It delights in scattering pieces of itself with a feeling of
Unbound elementary,
I would degenerate with you-
Shrink my frame as a wizard puddles to nothing with a bang
Legless and sticky and thin skinned
A see through stained glass body through which all is visible
Little pebble hearts quickening in our swampy chests
O’ come with me to the water now,
(I would drown with you too)
Basic tongues for tasting elements not words-
Tadpole delicate would we slip without breath
Dissolve as stars do in morning
Here are the atoms unaligned:
Without mystery, without anger
Like the calm indifference of the soul of salt.
Aimée Keeble was born in London but raised in America. Once graduating from high school, she moved back to London to pursue a career as an actress. She has been writing short stories and poems since she was a child. Her work has been recently published by the Lighthouse journal,Forward Poetry, and ink, sweat and tears. Her greatest inspiration has been her great uncle Alexander Trocchi, a beat writer who produced a handful of novels and began a prose and poetry publication called Merlin. She hopes to follow in his footsteps and have a literary publication of her own one day.