“Untitled 1: After a week fearing the future” of Gwendalynn Roebke

 
 

Untitled 1: After a week fearing the future

 

1.

Prophetic back aches

Each twinge

A mis-plucked guitar wire

The sound of concentration

Hunched reading

dark circles under strangers’ eyes

 

I taste

Of honey dreaming to go

Rancid

 

Tell me what frightens you

What you have seen under eyelashes

That causes you

To flinch

 

We do not have to be bound by

Fortellings

Determinism isn’t all restraint

It is the freedom of eternity

Made gentle

 

2.

Oh at last

Lorca’s beloved

Ignacio

Sanchez

Mejias

I can be steady

Through my condemnation

 

Glad

For the the unzipping

Of your chest

By the bull’s horns

Whom you had taunted too many a

time

Cultivating a garden

In your shattered skull

Beautiful

As the lore of masculinity

That  teases death

Is dismembered before the masses

 

They will write of you

Gorgeous hero of antiquity

Back when being sightly

Was a man’s pride

 

To be splattered across an audience

What solidified legend

 

All that has changed

In this ritual of instigated grief

Is the arena

And the

costumes

 

3.

How many unique love poems can you write

In a lifetime?

 

The ‘unique’ is important here

Does love begin to fold in on itself

An indiscernible reverence

Attributed in the same fashion and quantities

To all lovers

And those to be loved

And those to be forgotten

Once the dizziness of strangeness

Sits in the belly

 

Special

Isn’t that the word we want love to be conjoined with?

 

Unfathomable and selfishly

All ours

 

Possessive of hearts and their glances

Is there a healthy sameness

And difference

In our learning of love

 

I want love to be ugly

Stretched thin

Peppered with worn patches and

 tears’ processions

 

Well, an idealized love I do not know in reality

 

In reality

I lump all my love together

Let it settle to the bottom of my soul

Sugar sinking, clumping, at the bottom of a coffee

Where I drink up all the bitter

Anticipating a rich sweetness

At the end

That is almost

Too much

 

Gwendalynn Roebke
They/Them/Theirs

Gwendalynn Roebke is Black/multiracial, gender non conforming, they/them just doing their best to exist. They write and perform poems and had their first full length collection "A Bruxist Manifesto" published by Really Serious Literature in the fall of 2021. They derive much of the subject matter of their poems from their eclectic undergraduate studies around neuroscience, astrophysics, and existentialism. Currently, Gwendalynn is studying for an MA in social and applied pjilosophy at Marquette University. Are they a poet? Debatable. Really they just want to write interesting things and design their own tattoos.

@gwendalynnroebke

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