carnivale

i.

wrap yourself
around my fingers
for there is love
on my hands

and think of me
while they fill you
with sweat and semen

part of you
they can never
enjoy
for that space
is where i belong

ii.

sister of mine
we are the same

i wish
the wind
would blow
you away

instead it runs
right over
our skin

leaving us dry
on the outside

but we will always
be wet inside
soaking in the folds
of each other

for we can never
be satisfied

no lover
longs for us

so we will sing
until our throats
are dust



the ambiguity of noncats

my heart lies
beyond the iron curtain

so in the heat of july
i spend my lonely lives
reading about transylvania
and the mystery of north india

mais mon chéri
our love
is like our people:
nomadic and everchanging
but passionate in all things

our skin grows weary
from stretching over
our artworn faces
but to weep
is to admit we feel
so we lay our souls in the sun
to dry up and harden
like our parents

take me away


Kelsey Upward is working her way through her freshman year in college, but spends a lot of time immersed in art. She has a passion for poetry, but her true love is composing music and writing lyrics.