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ARIANNE TRUE.September 2021

 


ARIANNE TRUE

Photo by Jeff Sirkin

 


 

from exhibits

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it is implicit you will not touch a painting. risk marring the charcoal of a sketch. leave the oil of your skin to tarnish bronze. chip the ridges of caked-on paint or pull threads from the canvas back. I had thought this was implicit. but here I am, rusting and threadbare, chipped and blurry. so I will say.

 

DO NOT TOUCH THE ARTWORK    

 

 

 

 

 

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I have been a careful, patient tender. I have spent too long too close to my broken parts today. The edges catch. Once slow and kind, my hands ask to grab hot steel and slam it into the iron stove, again and again and again. I don’t. But such violence hides in my body. I wonder where it goes when I ask it to go home.

 

fireside

 

 

 

 

 

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you know :: you cannot be serious :: as much as you want :: to stop worse yet :|: you might be hard to share with others :: your uncontrollable skin :: can cause serious damage :|: the most severe plague :: helplessness :|: to stop despair :: fingers flex splinters :: bulge rawed skin :: perhaps habits are :: body-focused harm :|: some feel pleasurable :: aware in:dependent :||:

 

a primer on habit

 

 

 

 

 

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ON THE SIDEWALK

most animals eat each other alive

 

my eyes could not align color into shape

blurred teeth and feet

 

such everyday consuming

 

i watched a yellowjacket shear open a grasshopper

 

leaf-shaded as if a storybook tea

 

until the grasshopper

stopped kicking you know the kick

 

the yellowjacket1

which did not sting once

cleaved off two thick back legs

and devoured them

 


1 Yellowjackets, often mistaken for bees2, are actually a type of predatory wasp, capable of inflicting multiple stings and entirely carnivorous in diet. Some more aggressive species mark victims to pursue them.

2 This is not dissimilar to how your father is often mistaken for a father.

 

 

 

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HOW TO HEAL FROM BRAINWASHING AND REGAIN CONTROL OF YOUR MIND

This is

how they

make you

question

your perception

 

learn how they

make you hide

 

your pain can help convince you

better than voices of

your surreal world

you can heal from (here can you heal?) from you can heal

you from heal can heal you can from you you can heal from

 

you can

 

detach

 

if other people

silence your

telling of it

an animal neither squid

nor octopus

when threatened

will bite off the tips

of its bioluminescent

arms and jet away from

those lying beacons

 

 

You will feel your mind false

as you come to accept

now

the end of the story

Today

 

(I have never heard

if they regrow)

 

 

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ARIANNE TRUE

 

Arianne True (Choctaw, Chickasaw) is a queer poet and folk artist from Seattle. She teaches and mentors with Writers in the Schools (WITS), the Seattle Youth Poet Laureate program, and the Young Writers Cohort. Arianne has received fellowships from Jack Straw and the Hugo House and is a proud alum of Hedgebrook and of the MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. She’s currently working on exhibits, a book-length manuscript of experimental, experiential poems, and the poems here are all from the work in progress. You can find more on her website at ariannetrue.com.

 

To download a printable PDF version of this page, click here.

 

 

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September 2021.ARIANNE TRUE