Fossils by Kirsten Samanich

You keep kissing me and you keep not knowing that
You’re interchangeable. A Friday night.
A light streak of bubbles and chapstick residue, crawling across my face.

We sprawl on the wrinkled face of sheets, the tired eyes of the striped black pillows blinking shut beneath our locked heads.
A world turned sideways. A different plane altogether.

And here I am in the physical boldness of the font, in the screaming act of action.
Here I am feeling myself apart from myself. Again.
Criticizing myself. Again.
Sitting up and above myself, the hesitant judge at the singer’s audition
as her throat quivers and her fingers curl in landslides of sweat.
As the thing, the only thing, she has stirred in the corners of her organs, the scales of voice and muscle,
as it all pours out before her the wrong way.

By returning it, by the subtle pursing of my lips towards yours,
I am trying to prove something of the weight of it all.
I am trying to convince you to be unconvinced,
to show you the secret before you’ve noticed the mystery.

But maybe if I spread it out, donate the sections of my head,
maybe I could crush us all.
So I shutthefuckup and I suck on your neck.

You keep smashing your canvas of skin into me and you keep not knowing that
we’re only fossils.
We’re only hollowed imitations of something alive.
Intricate rivets of rock and bone and place and time.
Wanting the wanting that has long left our bodies.

We are only fossils.
A presence derived from an unmitigated absence.

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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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