radius of an unknown world
forever encircled could: dream
emphasis on the boring end, read
how to begin the end of the thing –
read for when a
mountain
was
a world
mica
man barked
time
down and
down
you’re a cascade, lightly
undefined and undressed,
mad
now
tangled of word
i, noise-light
might soften
in sprawling
would i seem just an evening under the star of sky
or could i ruminate from each side
into modern
even
after
man found cathedrals, she here helps
swimming
an Olympian end
you made a murmuring
art
your limbs
(drinking to Babylon when a fact)
you had the eternal hangover
extreme as dust
i found the perfume briefly
found the entirety of fruit, out
where
shards of your
walk go
mother—a play
her skin could loosen an
emerald
think
winter—
she lights a cigarette ::::
:::
::
:
mutters to herself,
pink sky
last murmur
of
the
foul,
warm
hunger with a motive
it was
underrated as it trembled
less of myself lead
to the feel
from the shelf
of the one who studies
through the lemon belly
a yearling
hands her a lost word
Caribbean moth
in the blue cornflower under the canopy
moves around like an earthquake
unhappy man, how come the end of sound
had color
—
Hannah Kezema is an artist who works across mediums. She is the author of the chapbook three (Tea and Tattered Pages, 2017) and has published work in Full Stop, Spiral Orb, Emergency Index, Gesture, and other places. She was the 2018 Arteles Resident of the Enter Text program in Haukijärvi, Finland, where she worked on her manuscript, A Diviner’s Notebook, which investigates ancestral absences, divinatory praxis, and female occult figures. Along with Angel Dominguez, she co-founded the performance art collaborative DREAM TIGERS in 2014, which experiments with time, process, and hybrid modes.