Oblation

          / and i would have to be my own mother / was my peripeteia and then my lysis / for even
          though she hoed her words soft and pure / snow / i thought it wouldn’t hurt when it was
          rolled and thrown / sich versenken / mining trucks and concentric movement / i saw my child
          through my childhood bedroom window / the room was aseptic white and she was a wight /
          where there were three fairytale beds / i went to save her from my mother / and i had to teach
          her that in texts / c and k sometimes made the same sound / but because often k was silent
          / kay is keeper of the keys or the man who is free / cay / a small island / for i’m sometimes
          more spanish than an immigrant / and consciousness is the earth undoing its shadows /
          then my husband went to the doctor / and was asked / something for your face or your skin
          / and he maneuvered his eyes with his hands / for he wanted to be able to peel and to peer /
          for unilateral action of the body impedes the movement of the whole universe / forests /
          their black arms / infant tongues / lusty and stuck / weight out this year’s blossoms /
          their moist roots / she pushes forth her birth / bloody from her rays / red-round crown
          scything the sky / pulsating summer feathers / sacrificial sparrows / worms spiraled and gold /

Annie Blake‘s research aims to exfoliate branches of psychoanalysis. She enjoys semiotics and exploring the surreal and phantasmagorical nature of unconscious material. She is a member of the C G Jung Society of Melbourne.   WEB   TWITTER
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