Looking Out Over Something Senseless, It’s Just Me For Here Now, and Speaking
By Emma Kushnirsky
Looking Out Over Something Senseless
i want to crumble you (town) in my reaching palms stretched me inside out to be here i could climb your sides (house) up to the roof and look out the sun would burn, i’d be quiet town-like-me wet with lies, twining streets empty heads, shining eyes buildings squat, attics wide laid my head down in your lap (town) and plead you carried your mystery in your mouth cheeks bulging the sky stitched its hem to anything that would yield long enough for the needle to pierce its hide the trees joined hands with anything that didn’t stay close-fisted when everything did they cried and exhaled their inhale, CO2 you (town) hurt and create me when the trees said don’t carve me with a butter knife we took an axe to them
It’s Just Me Here For Now
did you know that we could flow with the river and not hurt a solitary thing? we could dance with shaking hands shielded by solid waist and shoulders and skin that ripples over muscle when my arm muscle twitches i wonder if it is trying to tell me something i shouldn’t ignore i rotate my arm to free it
Speak to me with strangeness in your pocket and a sense of self perched on your shoulder a bird that could take flight or remain to roost, ruffle its feathers Speak to me with round, solid humor in the palm of your hand and the child within you adorning your clothes a shine whose quiet luster gives you something you need Speak to me without effort pushing into your throat so that words snake back into your belly and you can be humble at long last.
These poems were written in the moment—there was not much process or intention to their writing. They simply have to do with what I was feeling or thinking at the moment.
Emma Kushnirsky is a current college student in Iowa. She grew up mostly in the Bronx and the most uptown part of Manhattan. She's a writer and educator-in-training. Her work has previously been published in In Parentheses Magazine.