Poetry by JW Summerisle
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the unseeing object that makes your face
prints in plumpness
purple bodies. black hands.
the unseeing object that makes your face
places doppelgangers before you that
are not even one piece
unto you alike that
oh god it turns me blind.
dead girls who
once touched men were
once touched by men are
the girls who shape us
through the unseeing object that makes our face
through their falling spirits
slipping from the men who
shook them from their girlhoods
into ours. scythes
scroll pages. cut and numberless
seed heads hang heavy static
on us. drunk and broken black
and sleepless from
the unseeing object that makes your face.
i do not know you, amberlynn.
i am no alice either and i
cannot bear this weight of ghost that
draws my skin from the screenlight. fake light
that grows my hands to this reaping this
lonely violence that thrives upon
the unseeing object that makes your face
appear unto me just like the unholy dead.
the dark haired girls. touched.
or untouched. i can't tell.
please --
JW Summerisle lives in the English East Midlands and often appears on TikTok @jw_summerisle . Their first poem appeared in the 2007 Foyles Young Poets pamphlet, and their first chapbook, kinfolk, came out somewhat recently with Black Sunflowers Poetry press.
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