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PHOENIX TESNI

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interim intimacy

Phoenix Tesni

i.

poets always spiral

galaxies out of control.

I say this with a certain

authority, a rail-track

love letter addressed

to all the women I

am yet to be.

 

ii.

in four glass jars,

I have the moonlight

tightly entrapped.

liquid platinum

scorching my skin.

the last kiss. a

syllogism.

 

iii.

I have loved you

in ways more than I

have known. we have

made the oceans

weep. jawline to

collarbone, a ridge.

we sang holy eulogies.

a prayer.

a conversation.

 

iv.

either way, I am reborn.

I save myself.

poets will only love you

till the poem is written.

the cynic's love song to indifference

Phoenix Tesni

your wife is humming herself into a

Nightdress she never thought she'd wear.

Seven ages ago, I dreamt I'd kissed you

to death. God didn't smile, of course, because

she was still angry about the time

I cursed her for making my mum hurt.

she said, “babygirl, you did that all by yourself.”

My arteries are emptying themselves of all the

Love I have pretended to have, and all the Love

I've pretended to let go of. another monochrome

man makes me laugh, and I, as always,

fall in love. & As is the natural order of things,

I fall out of love, and regret it, again. one Swish

of eyeliner. Four thumbs. I chew the galaxy

open, & spit all of the stars out like seeds; nectar

dripping down my chin like blood-

cardinal & cherry-like. 

previously published in bloodbathhate

Phoenix Tesni (she/her) is a twenty-two year-old poet from New Delhi. She has works published or forthcoming in Sage Cigarettes, Limelight Review, Verum Literary Press, celestite poetry, tigers zine lit, and many other places. Phee likes to dedicate her life to consuming and creating art in all its dazzling forms. You can find a full list of her projects and publications at phoenixtesni.com ; or say hi to her @PhoenixTesni on twitter. She will always say it back.

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