foot propped on the table, I wrote
to suck the mucky
ache  

drag it by the ankles 
through the world       screaming sloppy skids of seams
unravelling
until I was nothing but alphabetical
fingerprints

bits of toenails and popped-off
freckles of humanity

all of it was fleshy exterior
compared to the sandy stardust
my brain turned to when it reached
hyper speed

befriending every smiling word
along the way
soaking in Ts, Es, and Os, bathing like sourdough
bread dipped in oil and vinegar

once I finished dissolving
there were pores of flavour
waiting to 
gush 
out 
into the world


al.lucyna is a writer, poet, and creative writing teacher with an MFA in Creative Nonfiction from the University of King’s College. She is an environmentalist, a feature writer and essayist, but has found her way back to her first love: poetry. In her writing, she explores the themes of consent, religious upbringing, Polish superstitions, division of self and home, and love – always love. Find her on instagram @abeaans