Entropy
arms of light languish
in my mean, inky eye.
i fossilized the sun
and wrung all the seas
out of the earth. i
relish desertification
and broken onwards. my
muscles sing at the sight
of fire and blooming.
winters compose my bones—
tangled yarn, my flesh.
my fist is unbreakable;
it is endless ice. my skin
scars flame and i break
rock with my teeth. by
bodies and crystals, i am
most despised. irreversible,
i am the guide of time. the
cosmos go limp in my grip,
having finally resigned.
Monica Beaujon is an undergraduate student, majoring in English at the University of Wisconsin. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in the magazines Viewfinder, Germ, Lady, and Maudlin House. Other writing of hers has recently been published in Thought Catalog.
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