I Am Talking Through The Dark
Ginna Luck I am talking through the dark and into / who knows what / the suit, the skin, the heat / of every single second / there is no better family / than honesty / so listen: I am fighting / off the weight of nonexistence / with words / regenerating limbs / of an animal that should have died / in silence / but swims back / upward through the layers of water / the foul scent of stagnation / the empty / enormous / dark body of questions / gathering strength / back into your body / back into your own need to be found. |
About the author:
Ginna Luck's poems can be read or are forth coming in Pif magazine, Typehouse Literary Magazine, 99 Pine Street, Cultural Weekly, Juked and Rawboned where she is also an editor. |