Leia Penina Wilson

In No Certain Terms We Assassinate

then we love/ my own body    an enchantment

no one really believes

 

in/ the middle of the room

 

there’s an apocalypse/ it’s carnival themed/ one woman

decked out in turquoise glitter bells hula hoops hula hoops

 

another body dances knives/ who knows how it will end

 

it’s hot here/ no cloud coverage no moist

heat coming beneath/ any moment might gulp us

 

mean desert flowers    thistle    & cunt/ has my life been intellectually thrilling

i wonder if it matters    the thirst    bodies all    slick of blood

 

dance whatever    of course/ there’s a fire breather

 

a lion taming/ there’s no more wilding/ mirrors

mirrors or it’s so bright everything seems reflected/ or we’re under water with four suns more suns than i remember going to sleep with/ everyone is having fun/ everyone is winning winning

 

nothing/ it seems/ surviving    yet

 

roar roar roar

 

this prize is yours    everyone is

 

going to die/ can you feel it/ the recognition

of what she is in other people’s eyes

 

In the Thrall of the Jaws of an Afternoon

there were only so many hiding places

 

my sister    total image of defeat

my sister    perfect bastard outside the rules

 

we play keep-away/ we keep wargods’ soul/ send his body    away

the crowds love this game they think it’s temporary

 

for you i break each of his legs    watch/ i breakbreakbreak

 

do you remember    we used to tie strings around firefly legs

we’d forget to let them go    do you think everyone else forgot

 

how to express truth    there’s not enough water/ and there’s too much/ we’re surrounded we’ll drown we might not ever find land/ i pray for winter/ i don’t want/ this spoilt

 

this apocalypse/ an opportunity to equalize    lyrically blue the blue segmented belly of a fat caterpillar that’ll break its own body to be a blue fat moth/ i think i’m going to kill them all/ i’m not even sorry about it/ cunts you’ve basked too long

 

let us enjoy what she says    no one in love really believes love will end   i think how true how tragic  

 

we never called the other by name/ sister always sister my sister/ did we lose ourselves then

sister always my sister/ i dream nothing is unified/ what’s all this soft matter for

 

 

 

 

Leia Penina Wilson is proudly Samoan. When she’s not reading YA lit, she likes to bake, mix drinks, pet animals, and play Magic the Gathering. Her first book, i built a boat with all the towels in your closet (and will let you drown) is published by Red Hen Press.