5:59am

I wrote this poem and published it in the wom*ns edition of my university's newspaper, Honi Soit around this time last year. It's also where I got the title of this blog from. I found it again recently and thought I would share it here:


5:59am

this morning’s foul, bright breath leaves
a landscape on my bedroom wall;
lipped orange in tungsten glow. spores of sunlight
sew carcinogens, a
microcosmic waltz
across the stretch of my bare skin.

this body
is hardly evocative:
it lies
slackened and soft,
broad as a baleen whale. occupies,
bristles linen like the waves.

the time will come for stranger convulsions;
cereal and suitcases
laid out under my eyes.

until then,
remain
enveloped
in this morning's photon miasma

where
ribs softly undulate
and pores burst open like windows.



by Perri Roach