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COCCYX​-​JILLIAN BILLARD

from Moods: Recognition by Various

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Jillian Billard
Coccyx

two
Requires
a
relationship
between
forces
a dichotomy
In which
one is
superior
the latter being said one’s
relational
something
a companion of so and so
a
sacral machine
Composed of an emotional panel
across which
there is habitual response

you touch my
ear, you are
this to
me
between one and two
Energies
there is
Reassurance
that one is still
there.

sometimes
one
must pursue
One’s attractions

A labrynth
posed as my attraction
heaving cyclical
footsteps
hidden from light
It seems
Perfect
To be weightless. 

i
Tried to repress
Regress in tilted motion
following abscess
Patterns
along the tail of
a spine
you said you saw a dog eating a
human
carcass in the back yard and I didn’t
believe you
Until you didn’t believe yourself

The audience
wants closure
and the woman
does not exist.

Perfect for everyone.
The voice
dies off
sans corporeal
even when he is absent
He seems to be the focal point.

He finds friction
In static motion
The bones pressed
I find the shell of a feeling
Curled and worn
The man says
“Number one
Number two
Number three”

He proceeds with memory,
closing one nostril and then the other
one requires two
breaths the other

one
breath
all things
articulated around another’s
depreciation
in order to be,
the other is less than
Words have a way
Of creating a power struggle
Phonetic erosion

Leaves much to be interpreted
Hysterical cunt,
Relating to the absence of the penis.
the meeting angles of a triangle,
making a closed shape,
rather than an open extension
becomes symbolic of castration
Or can it be
Something on its own.

I like how you made their noses red
How the glass is tilted slightly to the right

But no excess pours over.
The way in which your arms
Sprouted grass
I laid along the edge

A relationship to space in which

I am curled, angular
Immense by way of destruction

To call i
hysterical
Attributes too much weight

To our situation
Along the underbelly of the stream
I am not
For when the will
Cries out,
It is the countercry
Which brings it into being.
A cow has two heads and three legs
So what.

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from Moods: Recognition, released October 29, 2019
Poem by Jillian Billard
Composed by Nichole Shinn

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