LUNAR SONNET, Sarah T. Jewell

Lunar Sonnet
by Sarah T. Jewell

I am the moon to your madness, a moon
that tugs against the tide in your body.
When I fall into orbit around you, your tissues 
swell, you can barely breathe, you are brimming 
with brine. Your blood pulses are irregular,
vessels tic and you can feel the clicks
as one chamber after another fills.
Your skeleton has a floral symmetry 
like coral, you believe it is a plant,
they are listening, but it is animal. Fingers
writhe like the head of Medusa, an akathisia 
of motion caused by my pull on your ocean.
They cannot rest until I interlace my fingers
with yours. I am the curse, I am the cure.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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