Two Poems

Poetry and Audio by:
ANJALI EMSELLEM

like a child you have reached your destination

this is easy
how it feels to race
the meditation

how your herons love
what you insist on for
freedom

i am my child, i desire
to find where I am most gentle
i all we until
free be will

there's a testament
in the nothing
you speak out of

underground is a shadow
to the sex of the first
born

my teenager is there,
coaching the king
to desire this prism,
this ring pop,
this disembodied sovereign,
to study how art stole gold

there is no defeat in time

six miles in to
the creature of this earth,
a lake,
a pendant in the blood,
i roll water on my knees

in every shower i am lucky
you were not the end,
that there was a water ahead, open
and flickering like an ultrasound,
i hold my hands out

and pray to fill with the fatigue
of wading in the center
of a sun spotted current

i wrote this poem on a lunch bag
as i arrived at the creature’s mouth,
in my delirium i face
a wind with no
dominion

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Bio:

Anjali Emsellem is a poet and founding editor of ATM Magazine (atm-magazine.com), a publication focused on the intersections of language, the internet, and struggle. Anjali's poems consider what is animate, what is dying, and what has yet to be born.