10 / Wands
For the past three days
I have been dreaming of the forest
selves I have been told to carry
because one day someone might need it,
might ask to slip it on like a second skin,
try living in it and dancing to its breathing
or wear it like a coat one only wears in the moments
when the senses stutter and go looking to the mind for explanation.
Now in a forest of entities
I look at framed flowers on the wall —
small patches of marsh and grassland, the darkness
of the dinner table right before a family is cleaved
— wondering how well their neat geometries
would slot into my holes
let x be the number of internal wounds
and y the number of external; let z
equal total collateral damage to the surroundings
because no roots come up not tangled
10 / Cups // Wheel of Fortune
In the drum of a polished washing machine
a rabbit is kicking, not out of free will
or fear. This is often mistaken to be a hunger for freedom.
He kicks to set his world
off-axis, for a new perspective that all living things experience
before the brain is de-wired.
Put your hand in the mouth
that has bitten
and never prayed for forgiveness after.
Wrap a finger
around each of the canines
and admire their sharpness, the elongated form
which somewhere someone has considered phallic,
has justified death with but it pulses
exactly like love.
That is not how the rabbit sees the whirling hands
of metal, the drumbeat that outjumps
the internal tempo. For him this is a lottery
over what the owners get to keep —
white tuft and a story to go with it
or a tiny paw promising to do away with repetition.
Margaryta Golovchenko is an undergraduate student at the University of Toronto. Her work has appeared in L’Ephemere Review, Acta Victoriana, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Contemporary Verse 2, and Metatron’s OMEGA, among others. She is also the author of the poetry chapbooks ‘Miso Mermaid’ (words(on)pages press, 2016) and ‘Pastries and Other Things History Has Tried to Choke Us With’ (dancing girl press, 2017). She can be found sharing her (mis)adventures on Twitter @Margaryta505.