A Blossoming Storm Shades Reality and Insomniac Act by Alexis Bates & Logan February

Some physical existence &

the yearning, always. Sky,
jaw-wide, hurtling fictions
to the ground.
this descent in slow motion,
this deft dive & this graceful

blossoming of loose dirt.

One delusion blooms into another.

You open yourself, look up
to the sky, & call the rain
by its name. This is how
the body is lost: one deluge replaces
another. This is how the neurons form:
their safe, strong tribes,

drowning out an actuality.

Insomniac Act

The sun rises out of my mouth,
my language moving in contortion.

I confess in my sleep, then wake

to undo the swallowing of all my

small whispers. Syllables strung
like a tightrope. It is high noon,

& I’m still sleepwalking, devoid
of control over this body. The waking

into spasms, dropping into
an endless self. & what is a dream,

but a slow shifting of the eyes. So I say
better to slip out of my mind,
than out of my skin. The finish
is in the hollows of my eyes

when I do not sleep. I stand

on the thin beam between rapture

& rupture, then go tumbling for weeks.

Alexis Bates is a poet and writer that explores the intersection of body and womanhood in her work. You can read her words in Luna Luna Magazine, Five:2:One, Vagabond City Lit, and elsewhere. Her micro-chap is forthcoming from Ghost City Press.

Logan February is a happy-ish Nigerian owl who likes pizza & typewriters. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in(b)OINK, Wildness, Vagabond City, and more. His chapbooks,Painted Blue with Saltwater(Indolent Books) and How to Cook a Ghost (Glass Poetry Press) are forthcoming. Say hello on Instagram & Twitter@loganfebruary.