Apartment Poetry Quarterly

13A              13B              13C              13D              13E              13F

 

13E Paul Cunningham

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APHANISIS

I wake up at the center
of the universe

my navel
stone, my blood way

I wake up
handcuffed to a chair

with double-vision I
river my wherever

a slab of Erasmus
humming

my insides cranking
upwards, cruel

a windlass dissolves
intestiniform

Houdini entrails, my telescope
A, why have you forsaken me?

I ask the sky
Is Fury justified?

I no longer
desire A







ANEMOI

the wind holds
me nth

you held me
once

A held me
onth

screamed
into me

month after
month

muffled
high-pitch

a folded back
hyacinth







A’S SONG

Athena,
my stage name
miasma
my Clytemnestra
my waste
I am coming
outside of
myself
no justice
just sap
your motto
another arrow
your asp
my, my
you came into
my dressing room
guns blazing
ready to take
aim
ready to
dissemble
my owl