Ship of Theseus
even the seasons are airy metaphors objects are not nouns non-temporal i shouldn’t use them as clocks maybe solipsism is real solicitousness shows how idealists deny things no one loves anyone i’m not in the habit of saving people i would only jump
off the plank if the breaker’s milk promised to let me drown without knowing i let you die
we make children to pretend we are someone better there are hands on my body
that multiply even when i resist giving them money they pinch away the cornea of my eye and let it snap back they try to convince me it’s bubble gum the word controlling is a verb
a troll who cons ll is a picture not two identical letters of a plank
i have a water phobia i would rather spread my legs wide open to scale lighthouses when they pierce the sky clouds turn into phlegm lighthouses should be built upside down men should erect them internally i would rather hold onto walls than swim to the next ledge
epinephrine has drowned me more than once the tide’s belly is permanently sealed
my mother is turning the wrong way she is stuck on the tactility of words
something tells me i can jump the plank and build a bridge under the sea a bridge solid like a pair of virgin legs beans hold their breath when i close my purse i don’t have money or a bike to balance myself on but it’s hard to create impressionable bridges without money
if i were to replace all the planks of my ship is it still the ship i was born in
it has more to do with how the wood circles into a mother’s arms planks are stained with body cells the sea’s salt crumbles wood licks fingerprints if i built another ship with the same planks i would hope to make a better part of me
is there anyone you know who wants to die
Annie Blake is an Australian writer, thinker and researcher. She is a wife and mother of five children. Her main interests include psychoanalysis, metaphysics and metacognition. She is currently interested in arthouse writing which explores the surreal nature and symbolic meanings of unconscious material through nocturnal and diurnal dreams and fantasies. Her writing is a dialogue between unconscious material and conscious thoughts and synchronicity. You can visit her on annieblakethegatherer.blogspot.com.au and https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009445206990.