Some kinda rip in what I see Poem by Edwin Torres

Some kinda rip in what I see



the sucking
the cup
the child
the dot
the dot
dot
the sucking cup dotdot child dash
the instroke up the cross dot the dot dot
you see

these things fall into a space without apology
and so do these...

side stroke down
dash cross brokefor stash dashup slide
cross across swing check choose
to icon the i dot dot

Is not a god in every letter
A dream
Stroke to the letter
The world as instroke up the cross is to the letter and the word
Can try to better it slipper it isn't the choice of a letter
Every belief you have ever had
?

You see
I see these things fall from their own openings
Brokens laced together by brokens forced together
To be apart all the time I see these things
Some kinda rip in what I see

From inside the eyewell
The rip apparent
The dip into the eyelids torn from inside
The mouth inside the eyeball is a quiet scream dot dot slash I feel
My eyes
Into my skull
The rip apparent
From inside
What I see
You see

I'm grounded in a space that allows me
To look up at the morning sun and happily and without apology
Wonder about the new day
The suckering chance
The sucking cup of child
The tentacle of child
The gouge of my eyes
Fluid ink
Sacs of dot
The dash of a space without apology dot dot

Every icon of beauty has its vanity
Every letter has its devil-day
And is not every letter you have ever had some kinda involvement
Some kinda dash dot stroke dash dit with
Some kinda rip I'm in
Some kinda ground I'm grounded in
This space trying to open
The mouth from inside the eyeball
Yawning the dip into fractures
Fractures
Broken sky holes from inside
Announcing her parrot beak elegy without apology
I
Grounded in
I
Allow
Me
To fall
Into
Elegy without apology
The ground opening
The eyeball bursting
Declaring
Her ‘ology
Without apology...you see

I see these things fall apart all the time
Calling me to the rip in what I see
The suckering into wonder
I dot dot dot but not yet

Side stroke octamortalia
Ink sacs of dot dot doctopi
but not yet

Slash
Pus letters dash fluid crot
not but not
not dot not but not
not

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Edwin Torres

Edwin Torres

New York City / United States
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