Haley Jinju Marks
PRIMORDIAL BREAKFAST
oh. mother of lies
daylight strikes like an open hand
but violence cannot remake me
i am the clay undrying
belt buckle branded in my thigh a caesura away
from the difference between describing
and creating / i am worn sea-smooth
the teeming thrush of osprey before
the death dive; no come hither-girl
flipped like a card trick but
embryonic / the wasp digested by
soft, parting flesh of fig / some
approximation of God in the cup
of milk on the nightstand that is
my face, that is hunger coming in
her majesty to inhabit this house
of flies. please do not laugh at
deformed creatures; we’ll fight
the score and oar like gondoliers
into the watery morning