Part Time by Marissa Skarzinski


If I divide the firing neurons
It takes
To reach my hand
Across your lap
The fleeting possibility
To keep it placed
Gently on your knee
I would have the coordinates
Of exactly where we stand
Right now.
I want to exercise your body
Like the demon it is.
Take my purest thought
And dilute it with filth-
Permeate my(mem)brane
And infiltrate my mind
(You’re snapping my neck
So I can see you 180.)
Would the blood in my veins
Digress the pain in my shoulders?
I’ve been carrying the burden
Without slurring the passage.
Will you welcome the thought
To your temple?
You scare the living hell out of me.

Published by

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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