In Brief Poetry

“Possibly Monsters or Madness” by Lena Ziegler

Possibly Monsters or Madness

phrase to me like stranger
though it’s no longer winter you are hardly human these days
(when I see you I see a river once wet)
with sun in shapes on your face, no longer breaking
you gouged me ragged
(but not vessel not ugly)
you grew stranger inside me
(I grew mountainside I grew valley)
perhaps your dry river mouth is not your mouth at all
but our own constellation burning suns like sprouted teeth in conversation
Perhaps when Newton first defined light he defined it twice:
the constitution of (what) matters & the scorch to be considered
perhaps I carved holes & perhaps you didn’t notice
(you may actually consist of tiny particles
you may actually be the sensation of brightness)
Ohio, a collapsed lung that rattles
perhaps monsters open their mouths here &
human daughters step inside
Perhaps there is a woman who can speak,
her voice in the brambles, tangled

 


Lena Ziegler

Lena Ziegler is the editor and co-founder of the literary journal The Hunger. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Western Kentucky University, and is pursuing her PhD in Rhetoric and Writing at Bowling Green State University. She has been a finalist in GoldLine Press’s Non-fiction Chapbook contest. Her work has appeared in Yes, Poetry, The Seventh Wave, Gambling the Aisle, Red Earth Review, Miracle Monocle, Fredericksburg Literary and Arts Review, and is forthcoming in Literary Orphans and others.