Logan February is a happy-ish Nigerian owl who likes pizza & typewriters & memes. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Vagabond City, Kalahari Review, Wildness, and more. His book, Yellow Soul (April Gloaming Publishing), & a currently untitled chapbook (Indolent Books) are forthcoming in 2017.
The Bodies Of Dead Boys
my boyfriend is a mortician
the kind that sits next to crows
enjoying the odor of departure
the coming and the going
I am unfamiliar but he claims
to know me I sell my body to him
for information tell me
what you know of me am I truly
a river or is that a hallucination too
is it normal to talk to shovels
and ask them to be gentle
I'm sorry how did we meet again
something about bicycles wasn't it
about going round about brakes
he claims I am not an ending
I try to prove myself a group
of crows is a murder a group
of shovels is a pile a pile of bodies
is the pilgrimage where scorpio hands
teach me to open my bones
and reveal insects and marrow
I strip myself he thinks it is
about sex and preservation
I call myself a half-dead thing
this romance my embalmment
he claims to be able to make me trickle
I tell him I love him in a wounded way
This poem is an examination of what it is to be the mentally ill partner in a relationship; the unspoken frustration that blooms when a partner is thoroughly convinced of their ability to heal a mind that has already collapsed inward.
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