Tam(sin) Blaxter: What If It’s Not My Body

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

sonnet on intention

                                    what if it’s not my body

dusk drinks sugar like the hawthorn sunlight

tectonic plates contract+birth a mountain,

a hundred mountains               +they swell w/swallowed docile green

                        this is not the salivation-tumble

of boulder under gravity         but impulse:

yea the choir means to burst into song, this

this the interstitial muscle of what makes up everything! !

                                                entry and reentry

all intention heating to a red light

and then to a white light          i can’t credit want

since i maintain i’ve never needed anything

the weight of 10 bodies is enough to stopper breathe or beg

children’s laughter sprouts like cloves of garlic in the cupboard

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Tam(sin) Blaxter is a nonbinary trans woman, a historical linguist and a poet. She's interested in language which is chaotic, at breaking point or boiling point. She lives among ancient stones and wide, flat skies. Find her online at www.icge.co.uk or on Twitter @what_really_no.