margaret
saigh

I need to walk away from the tensile earth
I jump thru the hoops
I adore these accolades
The water decides
Everything, everything
In tribute to the death of the large
Damned body
In deep salvation
The geese amble
Thru Humboldt Park
Their wax
Bodies like hearts
Elegant
In their shit
Yesterday I felt sick
With jealousy
So full of self-
Hatred
Today I feel winsome & walk
Miles & miles
& everything I feel is true
Everything I feel is true
God Concept
the god inside
me would be
other people
the Envy
they stoke
NONSTOP EROTICISM
for months my dreams were tattooed
tinted green
and through the city I lived in
I ran
sleek as a greyhound
on the other side of the world
it was you
racing in the night
you inserted yourself
into me, and for me
your cock became a metonym
for your “self ”
why does it feel
like people think I’m praying for show
when I’m not praying at all
the amber column of a lord
like the swatted carapace of a bee nest
loomed over our tangle of sweat
another hot day, it had been
over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit
and once more
you had had me
Margaret Saigh is a writer from Chicago, currently getting her MFA in poetry from the University of Pittsburgh. Her poems can be found in Dirt Child and glitterMOB, among others, and are forthcoming in Columbia Journal. Her first chapbook CROSSED IN THE DARKER LIGHT OF TERROR will be published in the summer of 2021 by dancing girl press.