napowrimo prompt 5: rewrite a poem from emily dickinson with your own spacing and punctuation.
i did this, as well as adding some interjections from queen aya, who claims not to love dickinson.
now i knew
i lost her.
not that she was gone
but remoteness travelled on her face
ah. I know that look.
lover, did you suck my tongue, before?
alien, though adjoining as a foreign race
the glymphot for example. the thrakzly. the shmardue.
traversed she, though pausing…
like gold but muted.
like fire but flameless.
a gentle knife,
a subtle wonder
universe? the same. but
from where you are, to within me? like this?
somehow, this had come
come and become i daresay
henceforth to remember
nature took the day i had paid so much for
made of it a castle for lonely queens
made of it a prison for wounded hearts
made of it an art
(hers) is penury
not who toils for freedom
or for family
or anything outside of this room
but the restitution of idolatry.
i love it.
now – come worship me.