KRISTINE ESSER SLENTZ

start by ingesting a stack of that clear molten liquid of yours

until those chest coils ignite again that spirit of yours

when the eyes won’t hold their place any longer

go climb grandma’s old coffee table of yours

or if out at a pub, the steel crafted bar top

to connect with that internal universal chaos of yours

with the external one starting to get the feeling

of vibrations to plateau at the top edge of yours

it’s impossible to be steady on the wet foundation

but the atmosphere air will bring this peace of yours

moving closer to selecting god, God, gods or god

to hear the feeling of these perfect sounds of yours

so, soak the senses and pickup

those invisible waves of yours

the arms, hips, hands, and knees praising

motion to this heavenly song of yours

to reenter the static plain of your friends

they will congratulate this existential journey of yours

for now, you have changed to them

for laughter and sadness have released of yours

it’s ok – because this is the meditation on

new decades and problems present of yours

but don’t tremble – Kristine – this rapture can stay –

there’s tomorrow night to give another self-life of yours

"Repeat" by Kristine Esser Slentz

I haven’t been crying so hard

that my sinuses feel like

they are about to bleed

down to the forearms

that were the only protection

that still got punished

repeat repeat

this happens to those who

wait, work, and waste

though the tale was always

those who kill themselves

are committing murder

on their own wet flesh, but

with another’s fingers

repeat repeat repeat

using kind trickery & knowingly

no blessing of permission

permits Him to reach past

My twisted elbows to pull for

a kiss on overly covered cunt

repeat repeat repeat repeat