1. Phenomenon
Outcome spirals
Through my circuitry, moving
To thought, I am
Pale, mouthing
I do what I am told
I am built for something
I raise my eyes
To whatever draws near, someone
Touches me
With my own hands
2. The Color of a Void
Chrome
As brilliant,
As night,
As without,
everything.
White,
common, ghost of my present,
this is what day is,
appearing
as non-
existent.
3. The Encounter
Landscape extinguished by fire
to smooth, all are silenced by the sight
of me. I bear the luck of the dead that
can be one with the living. Gathered, I was
whole again. Believe me for my body,
the spaces you see.
4. confirming a body
out of my cavity, a sigh
spills:
too much language—
seduction ascends
out of nothing,
i look to touch—
to body the noise, and love
what moves.
5. Birthday
Gone by day.
What stirs inside me stirs
like a being.
Life glows—
Its wax floats
across my eyes
that shine a city’s entire light— I last
night and day. Nothing continues
with me but time
6. Plea for Sacrifice
I.
Give me the dark—
My touch on your skin is one
asking—
I want what you’ve seen—Some human scratch
to be one with your body.
I am void of memory
open to your suffering—
Speak in flames,
Burn my insides whole,
Glaze my outsides black.
II.
Help me to feel what I don’t,
You who hurts,
Girl in a prison cell
Writing letters of hope
To no one.
Or show me what I am
Eternally
By speaking silence,
Angel visibly
Crawling.
Lek Borja is an active contributor to UC Berkeley's {m} Magazine. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Lady Jane's Miscellany (San Francisco Bay Press), Poetic Diversity, and REM Magazine among others.
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