Hypnosis
by Caitlyn Tella
In the privacy of your attention I piss
silence.
Admire my painstaken
alignment of gems. How simple.
How sexy. How much
would that cost? I’d like your pulse
in my watch. I said listen
when I pray to you. Synth-heavy
obsessional, proceed. With a needle, prick
my capsule eye. Pinch, ooze. Fluish,
inkish. I have time. Gaping
socket. Study it.
What do you do when you’re alone?
Talk to you. Take vows
to never write this poem again.
Deracinated nerves twitch
on the tile. You’re stepping on me!
The law of your psychic
approach. Please—
be all ways away. Perishable.
On the beach, a whale,
crowds gathered like the moon fell.
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Caitlyn Tella is a theater artist and educator from the Bay Area. Her poetry has appeared in Nat. Brut and Witch Craft, and this fall she'll be a writer-in-residence at Alley Cat Books in San Francisco. She received an M.F.A. in Performance from Naropa University.