Ariel Clark-Semyck: Water's Wet Dream to Be Weightless

Ariel Clark-Semyck: Water's Wet Dream to Be Weightless
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Valentine's Day

 

I

 

ideal date, alright:

you take me cave diving

in the cheese caves under Manhattan

scuba-tanks full of wine

 

II

 

you text back

say you're hanging

with the guys right now

I fart under the covers

stick my head under the covers &

breathe in but only a little

 

III

 

going through the Stations of the Cross

can be fun when

you approach it from a tourist's point of view

floating above each scene

trigger-happy with the lens cap off

 

IV

 

falling face first through a computer screen

a pit of pixels fast approaching—

would I rather see myself

as a pile of robot diamonds

or a heap of space debris?

 

V

 

got picked up by a couple of drifters

in a cornfield

 

it's all fun & games until

someone pulls out a probe

 

VI

 

ripest wounds grow in

more subtle organs than the skin

 

you hate when I wax pathetic

say shit like that

 

VII

 

did you know

giant tarantulas keep small frogs as pets?

 

imagine that

eight little frogs

like eight little dogs

each leash tugging

on a furry leg—

speed-crawling

doing its best

 

good pillow talk

 

VIII

 

maybe we need a new location

maybe we need electrocution

 

IX

 

your mouth swims circles around pink pyramids on my chest it looks

like you know what you're doing here I have

no idea what I'm doing here

 

X

 

something about the blue stripe on a magpie's wing

like the sky took its bright blue celestial key

& scraped it along each feather's topcoat

like the sea took a paintbrush & dipped into itself

water's wet dream to be weightless in air

 

XI

 

did you know

if you take nutmeg

intravenously

it can be toxic

 

great pillow talk

 

XII

 

to have a mind as clear & cold

as a swimming pool in the

center of the Arctic Circle

 

XIII

 

we listen to some Nick Drake

we are feeling very nostalgic but we're not sure what time we would like to go back to

 

I don't think we feel any more alone today than we do on any other day


Ariel Clark-Semyck is a graduate from University of Notre Dame. She lives in Chicago where she serves as a part-time henchwoman for various places of business. Her poems have been published in or are forthcoming in Dream Pop JournalWitch Craft MagazineRag Queen Periodical, andThe Nottingham Review.