April 3, 2021
Jana Uyeda
Whose House is This
~after Vladimir Nabokov
by Jay Sizemore
A ruddy mosaic of scars,
awfulness of love and violets,
the hidden ghost of violence
blurs between wall and diamond.
I am the monster I never intended,
the inverse relationship
of demon and possession.
The animal constructs
its own cage,
we are all just apes
learning this language
of grief, and love, and fang,
drawing the bars
between self and transgression.
For you, I’d kill
a thousand dusk red suns,
I’d drain the spectrum
like blood from a cow,
and live happy and lost
among the monochrome
of the madness I call my home.
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Read more writer Jay Sizemore’s work on Twitter, and on his website.