Huntress and Hunger
Rest running like a sleepless loop, tidal body,
ageing on the night hot sand,
circling like a dress about to fall off.
I sit here often and think
through someone else's eyes. Bits of fruit peel
Glory being a good host,
warm all that way, the whole duration
of the song. I’d say you called and
shake my head at myself. Try to pull my knees down.
It's been ages.
It was today.
Then I crash through the mouths or I've just
thought about it a lot. Shaving off
the sweating dark at the crouch
of the dream.
Walking back, walk back, walk somewhere cool enough
that my wet clothes are easier to wear.
Walking myself out and thinking all the time
What do I have to cut down on? And how to live
Undone, I turn over to my left side
praying the huntress past my stomach ache
is on that side too.
I lean my head quietly
Shereen Rana (she/her) is a devotee of poetry, nature, prehistory and literature. Having made permanent residence in all forms of art, she seeks to shape some herself. Her writing delves into feelings of loneliness, anxiety, nature, time, while also trying to evoke comfort like that of a home. More of her writing can be found on @/pepsihalftimeshow on tumblr amd @/carnterm on instagram!