"Trastornos Cósmicos" by LR Buckwalter Cunningham
A sonámbula scrawls; WoRd SoUP brujerías,
transposing exclamation points into inevitable mayúsculas
that swallow you whole
the evidence archived in a ratty old notebook;
Lunar Phrases are disobedient to ruled paper.
heirs to bipolarity too refuse the horizontal,
nothing is linear
Lost and Found generational neologisms
the circularities of unhinged jaws,
animas’ cicadas whisper into ecstasy,
decipher it later.
frozen brain and fog in the early morning
convinced she had evaporated
away with a nymph in the left palm
pins and needles and a right hand
shivering rigors,
composition book otherwise decomposed.
The anima seethes again, as if deprived of an illegible idea
fratricidio-sobrenatural, bloodless fingers
with a persecution complex.
What I know about Shadow,
she is cast in shame and grandiosity
What I know about Spirit,
is traumatic alchemy
I cannot meet her in the eye
the evil and episodic one
Dark matter must be cold in nature
and I just want to go home
inside, bedridden invalid
crosswalking with chilled restraint,
obedience to the pavement that persists
until she evaporates under my feet
Tombstones are used to build roads,
skeletons of time
LR Buckwalter Cunningham is an Assistant Professor of Spanish at the Defense Foreign Language Institute, where she teaches linguistics, language, and culture. Her academic work focuses primarily on Poetry and Performance, Hemispheric Studies, and the field of Ecocriticism. Dr. Buckwalter Cunningham, in addition, is a creative writer, poet, reviewer, copy-editor, and translator. She is currently working on a book-length project on autopoiesis and Latinx poetry, and a translation manuscript of collected essays and correspondences. LR resides in Salinas, California next to a broccoli field.
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