beyza ozer | Three Poems


THE 52-HERTZ WHALE
whistles to no one in particular. This means there is no difference between him crying or him asking for help. I watch him through a thick piece of glass that I paid for. We take turns opening up our bottles of anxiety & sprinkling it around our feet like glitter. Blue 52 makes me dinner & it catches on fire in the bottom of my stomach. He didn’t mean for that to happen but it happened. When it’s time for me to leave I take the sheet of glass with me & place it in the middle of my bed. I choose which side to sleep on tonight.

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IF IT WERE POSSIBLE I’D FILL MY OWN DARKNESS with lights of all kinds. Name a
type of light & I’ll stick a flower on it. To keep adding words is to make the sentence grow is
to keep caring about the sentence when you actually do not. Trying to love but it comes up
invisible like the inside of a washing machine. It’s left with lint & no one asks if it wants to
take a break from turning over & over again. But I wish you all the best as someone who
was a daughter & is now hopelessly in love with an undetectable whale.

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ETCH INTO ME with the pocketknife you bought me our first Christmas. Read me a script about two lovers who find a sea & decide to go their separate ways after years of glitter & dried flower petals. Play me the song you sing to Willa as she drifts off the sleep in a bed too big for her body. Remind me of the shitty pizza place near your old carpeted apartment, how two summers ago Mark actually ate there & enjoyed it, the east coast accent you heard as he ordered. Take me where you want to go but only if you actually want me there, or leave me here to swim. Tell me I can handle it. Draw me a map & point to which city will make me fall in love with its sounds, its colors, anything that will bring my thoughts back to you.

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beyza ozer would like you to know that you are made of moon dust. beyza’s work has appeared in & is forthcoming from The Offing, Pinwheel, Vinyl, Nightblock, Witchcraft Magazine, Shabby Doll House, & others. beyza is the author of FAIL BETTER (fog machine 2017) & I DON’T MEAN TO REDSHIFT (Maudlin House 2016). They are deputy director of social media at YesYes Books. beyza lives in Chicago where they work at the feminist bookstore & intern at the Poetry Foundation.

2017-05-06T17:17:24+00:00 May 2nd, 2017|