CHONDRITE SÉANCE / James Yeary
Imagining someone unlike myself awakening musical unities The wine-dark sea holds the stars in its cup These single-point constellations the last sailors shed of individuation transfigured in the fog of sea·map·sky the drumming is incomprehensible commanding while side-stepping the private as nerves muscle their way into hammers the word slinks from its brief biography. We wear the hole in the light as our badge sight returned one hundred twenty years it climbs my face, looking for the name. Kudos searing to the throat on its own now I know what everyone else knows The thighs are wise to what the thyroid is doing Telemachus disappears into her command a vent of cortisol burns my eyebrows every void with their identity. ⁂ James Yeary is interested in the mitigation of personality for the sake of Martian influence. His most recent chapbook is Hawai’i (violaceous euphoRia, 2019). He has taught collaborative writing as an art practice in the classroom, at the museum, and on the street.
