by Kou Sugita
The hammock lies with me tonight, comforting
as it spoons me like an ocean does a drowning boy.
I lay, musky green forest storm finding a tunnel
through my nostril-like caves; a chaotic wind that
perhaps makes me feel a little more sane as I walk through
this castle of golden spoons and chalices. The admissions
officer gave me a silver hat to wear. I dream of violet genesis.
The kind that is like the end of the world, but beautiful.
Wake me when roses char. Ashing petal drifting into
my hot sauna godforsaken skull. Brittle bone, fleshy
stomach full of rice.