on waiting for the blue sails, a rigged cloud
entranced by a twig trapped in a button
on waiting for the sutures to undress me
my body is a reflection of your leaving
like a supra-sensible lipstick cover
an auto-erotic artificial blow-up mouth
on waiting for the thaw of an ancient genital
a flower clad by a pig’s snout ruffling mud
on waiting for its wet verbiage to heat
a shell made of greasepaint and rouge
like defending the dead from a dead word
a contractual defaulting of my ‘depth’
on waiting for the pegged ricochet of being
a ‘self’ deprived of doors, adown & away
on waiting for the rain to wash out the cliff
& all that hangs from it by a spindly finger
Isabel Sobral Campos has published two full-length poetry manuscripts, How to Make Words of Rubble (Blue Figure Press, 2020), and Your Person Doesn’t Belong to You (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2018), as well as several chapbooks, including, most recently, WAVE 1.0 (above/ground press, 2023). Her manuscript The Optogram of the Mind is a Carnation was selected for the Futurepoem 2023 Other Futures Award and will be published by 2025. Her translation of Salette Tavares’s LEX ICON is forthcoming in May 2024 with Ugly Duckling Presse. With her sister, she is a co-founder and editor of Sputnik & Fizzle press.
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curated by rob mclennan
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