They Will Sew the Blue Sail

from Thank You Terror | Mathias Svalina

I was dead

but they kept killing me

by the seaside,

the Super Target,

on a plane,

in a beetle’s husk.

My arms stretched wide

but could not

find my eyes.

I won’t betray you

I won’t betray you

I say again

& again to Artaud.

But where is the sonnet of power?

Where is the sonnet of suffering?

And when the skin comes off

it comes off like a shower curtain.

And when there is joy

there is joy like a dirt road.

You do not get

to pick your oracle.

You only know

your weaknesses.