poet + artist

Nina Oteria

Black Hole

in reality,    the black hole    is a crushed grape
in reality, it’s the earth collapsed to the size of a peanut
housed in a broken string of pearls
the chemicals in the milk induce a chain reaction

as an ideal black body

as a body so massive I reflect no light
as a black body of temperature
as a black body of stellar mass
as a grave womb filled with pearls

no person escapes the horizon at the end of a life cycle
one pearl’s end is another pearl’s beginning
without visible light
without a trace

The Unseen

roots underneath, hidden in plain sight
original darkness, soil of the universe
soul, drop your skin
then, it’s just blood hibiscus rosehip red
original darkness of the ocean, salt fed

soul energy of blue creation
skin drops off at the end of eyes
color is both a particle and a wave
& there is no vision in the blind spot
I’ve known a shell for you
a handful of petals on the grass
I wonder about the unseen of you
what I cannot know
from just the sun on your face

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whatever doesn’t kill me before nightfall burns
like a green lamp a new leaf in the middle of my body
jumps across breathing synapses clover flowers spill
still birth a year of lightning grief that is many beds pull
intermittently at my closing frame
the scenes I drift through occur inside the jelly of dreams

I sleep without dreams
leave the earth with the feet of my burns
reluctantly look out of frame
to touch the sorest part underneath the skin of a body
snatcher whose many thoughts worms pull
through North Carolina clay ask the trellis how to spill

my heart is bloated so my salt must spill
leave the earth with the feet of many dreams
my ribs pull
and splay like sinking ash after it burns
light sage and salt a tender clay body
among the brick stacks looking out from a wooden frame