Part 4: The Act Of Chasing Things
“Jung ponders, “How can evil be integrated? There is only one possibility: to assimilate it, that is to say, raise it to the level of consciousness.”
“don’t be afraid to be this luminous
to be so bright
so empty the bullets pass right through you
thinking they have found the sky
as you reach down
press a hand in this blood-warm body
like a word being nailed to its meaning & lives.”
–Ocean Vuong, Ode To Masturbation
you can shake your fist at any
foaming coast but her
break remains unscathed,
her scorn in
her calm in
wet snarls pacified in
depending on the time of month,
the climate or the
you are barefoot:
some pedestrian gesture of
avoiding the shells and
ghost crabs that litter the beach
you’re wild and roaming
again, seeking to slice wrists
with guilt and urgency,
steal the scissors from his girlfriend’s
what’s it like to be a hypnotist?
take a seat.
notice your veins rock,
glisten with munition.
life’s a seething blade
and you wear yours deep in your lungs.
the ways you have learned to assuage
are more permanent in placement
if you face it when you
write it on the page.
have them sing it with
have them say it out loud and
you watched your hands become tributes
to iniquity so you ask your feet
to become your fingers
nothing from your mouth
watch your toes curl in the sand
before you start wading.
you are practicing the dying art of
you are practicing prayer, overdo
you are seeking a quiet rest
inside of yourself.
you are seeking the
that laid you.
“king of cups”