Sometimes
it’s straight out,

breaking planes,
making matrices.

Words, too
like oscillating
universes,

never
held
in a linear grave.

Pulsing, festooning, gyrating.

This, no these messes of lives,
let them speak,

giving
their magic,
their eros,

all ajumble,
all akimbo,
all awonder,

don’t resist.

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Caris Uşoară is a disabled artist, scholar, and emerging poet. She lives, creates, and rests on ancestral, traditional, and contemporary Dakota homelands (Dakota County, MN). These are her first published poems.