EVIE RECKENDREES
taste like warm milk
wet cement drops
from scaffolding
uncertainty, into certainty made
by our hands dunking into it
laughing at dogs
make offerings to the river
speaking to the river
only living by the river —
by the river and
you say you have
never seen me
happier than this
down
f
wow - this merging is so difficult,
yet,
growing out of my fingers is touch
growing out of my thoughts is God
when does food turn into bait?
is your blood food or bait in this case meaning our case meaning ==
(thoughts i had)
we’re seen by each other, smelled by each other
through our pants (sometimes), fabrics
touched each other,
i love to speak in absolutes but no one can stand them
this state (of mind) loves a prefix
give me a word
give me two, actually
you say we can do magic
as a couple
one plus one equals three
on video call, i say something about being desire-driven,
you laugh,
i stood in the library garden, thought
i’m lucky enough to have
(you)
day in bed, not doing what i know i have
to
do a little too much
yet, river carries time
you get up with me, bring me water,
to make
trains to paris, flights to lisbon,
same sea that looks different
another one
i let you have a sip,
make an offering again to the river,
make an offering again to God,
again,
be impassable, this time //
after i wish i could fuck you
in a form that is not dictated by nature
or sexuality
let our bodies become untrue
with salt and oil
with baths and
hunger gives space
gives space to the real
to derangement
sense that somewhere in there
surpass capture
kneel down again
before that record player turned altar and
speak your spells,
making more life with you
i say i couldn’t open up much more than this
i want to carve those words into my body,
birch tree in garden / birch tree in heart -/- knife /-/
and we have nowhere else to start
Evie Reckendrees is a poet, writer & performance artist. She is writing about, and engaging with, desire, suffering, and God. She lives between Germany and the Atlantic shoreline(s).
