Everything I Have is Galvanic

Everything I Have is Galvanic

Everything I Have is Galvanic 512 512 Alisa Oates

I am a divine thing
writhing under the sycophant
reality TV show storybook imagination–
I was given by my mother.

Kiss the light,
she reads while I tumble through
my skin to the knots on the cord
that spell “I am apricity” in Morse code.
It is all happening below my skin.
Tendons of godliness, brevity.

And whenever he –- Richard Powers – —
visits me to tell the story of my ancestors,
my grandparents confront him with a sterile box.
They forget to invite the blue-winged wasp in for the winter.

“Kiss the light”, she trembles.
I am a divine thing.

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