I Chime in the Wind

Yo, what's up? It's time for another poem! It's midterms week here at Trinity, and you know what that means! STRESS DREAMS!!! WOOOO! WE LOVE HER!!!

So, here is a poem I wrote about a god awful dream I had in which I was embedded with glass needles. It was a pretty lit time, but the weirdest part was waking up and being like "oh hey, what the fuck? That wasn't real?" (As you can tell, I'm very eloquent and have would never deign to speak in the common tongue, but only allow the highest speech to grace my lips)

I hope all of the one person who will ever read this enjoys this poem. I've been working on it since last summer and I finally think it's ready! The part about Pachinko was really hard to get right, and it still doesn't quite work. Tell me if you have any suggestions!

Here's the poem:

I Chime in the Wind

I am a cactus

Glass spines embedded

In chlorophyll flesh

Deep in my marrow

The wind pulls

(I feel it now, 

Clear and ringing pain,

Like teaspoons

On champagne flutes)

Tears trickle

From one Pachinko peg

To the next

To the next 

To the next.

I touch my quills

I pluck the barbs.

(Like unripe fruit,

They do not give.)

I swallow and am 

Chewed alive 

When I wake, 

Cautious fingers probe soft skin

And I am surprised to find myself

Whole.