Three Poems
By:Devon Humphrey

Sharp Curve

I wanted to crawl out of that old light
in my cat's eye I could see you;
too vibrant for me
my fingers bled and I drank from them

There was a sharp curve to the moon that didn't hurt
and the stars were small metal particles that remained,
the only evidence the night allowed of that change in spirit

Holy union of nightmares call out to the unseen
the outside smells like wet dirt,
an old walkway that has become caked to the bottom of my shoe.
My third eye eclipses at the oddest time

 

Dreamy Mango

I had a dream
of a holy matrimony in the
dark
where ripe mangoes broke over
our heads and released
papaya seeds
as if birthing a swarm
of butterflies
that I plucked for her
out of a still, hot
light-bulb
I hid between her thighs

Strong rosewater I can taste
gritty between my teeth.
I used to be just fine
setting the table with
a knife on one side and
a fork on the other
but now my plate is cracked
and I only need a spoon

 

Paper Cranes

We unfold ourselves like paper cranes
biding our time along predestined seams

Once built for hope we tear them down
...softly

My fingers untangling from yours
my emotions bright, gleaming things throbbing in unity

I hide them under my floorboards along with letters I wrote to myself
dreams that now fester and blacken alongside the mold growing there

I look to you
my phantom,
                      my burnt demon

10,000 wishes made and I was so close
perhaps I did not fold fast enough