communion in my new apartment & two others
new poems by Olivia Zarzycki
communion in my new apartment
I refuse to crouch on the floor
I am accessing bad thoughts
you could cut off my hands
and I promise they will
remain outstretched
my whole life is grasping
my whole life
the way you put your
foot in your mouth only
makes me like you more
hold my hair
I hate this ritual
dead magpie
there is a dead magpie
on the sidewalk
outside the gay club
two blocks from
my apartment
maybe if I was alone
and not on the city street
I would poke it
a little
but I just can’t
do shit like that
anymore
still eating right out of your palm
I move into the new apartment
and there is a fortune teller
right across the street
for two months I watch her
enter and exit (quite beautiful)
then I walk through her door
desperate for any direction
she looks into my hands
says “you are totally fucked”
I already knew I was
totally fucked and now
I was totally fucked and
out twenty dollars
the worst part was
she didn’t tell me how
to get unfucked
she didn’t say she
saw you coming back
Olivia Zarzycki is a writer and editor based in Philadelphia. Her work can be found at https://oliviazarzycki.com/
Good stuff...getting back to the basics like we all should.