Stacey McKenna

     

     

    "Highwire"

     

    willowed, bent.  bend me.

    to be broken into.  look into me

    to be seen from the inside,

    beyond my

    soft science exterior

    to be analyzed/overanalyzed

    held symbolically upright pedagogically

    reaching, transcending the laws imposed

     

    theoretically, i should be standardized

    by some national bureau

    lost among the hypotheses explanatory.

    evidence lacking, constancy seeking.

    i want my rituals to be contextualized

    as i remain professional, strange

    lackluster but peerless.

     

    challenge the scientific

    method that created me.

    oh, to be wide eyed

    at your perspective

    at your interpretation of the facts;

    always unproven, only supported or rebutted.

     

    but i cannot be another experiment

    and i will not be another guilt ridden accident.

     

    i want to be hit so hard my breath stops,

    momentarily.

    lit so bright, my eyes reverse dilate.

    written, test-tube blended

    shamanized for my liminality

    highwire walking in the face of gravity

    i want to fall

     

     

    "Living Foods"

     

    untamed food

    living diet

    my fingers,

    boysenberry colored

    from delving

    seeking to gather

    before moonlight wanes

    hunters cannot bring

    life back

    your lips frail, pink

    of cherry blossoms

    beneath which

    averted eyes sought

    to disguise longing

    for your sandpaper

    soft rose petal tongue.

    deftly you traced

    foreign shapes newly

    sprouted of goddess

    head stems and leaf veins

    popping in my mouth

    fruit flesh

    flooding my mouth

    delicious, quiescent

    desires

    breed in cranberry

    blood freshly tilled

    soil nourishing

    varietals of you