Selected Poems by Jacqueline Gordon

“Marine Snow”

spring forth from marianas.
stretch out your fins.

there come soft rains

of whale bones––a waste
that will sustain abundance.

gold mine––all mine––
neptune caught in a fisher’s net,

in the name of a hunger
as deep as the challenger.

there come soft rains

pierced by echoed prayers:
prayers to older gods.

desolate longings
emptied into open ocean,

a chorus of calf songs
moaning for Mother.

there will come soft rains

and endless seas
of snow.

“P R I S M”

as it

hits           the earth           sunlight

splinters           into          every color           we can 

and cannot          see          yet we say           the sky

is blue           there exists           a statistical           probability

that each atom           in a body           could rearrange           permitting

it to walk           through                     a looking glass           i am sure with           statistical

certainty           that i           am already           trapped           on the other side

unable to bend           back           into pure           white light

teacher                     never                     said           between

R          O          Y          G          B          I          V 

there                      exist           a billion

infinities

“There are only nine amino acids between humans and liberation”

and i feel

guilty––to want 

is to be

guilty––

i willed myself

to crawl

from the ocean–– 

carefully 

arranging 

synapses–– 

should we not 

adapt 

beyond hunger––

for need

is a shame––

to need

is to feel 

ashamed––

to be

a shame–– 

meanwhile

our stomachs

ever hunger

and we––

my good friend––

are the have-not-

eaten-in-years––

your head

is heavy

with precambrian 

oceans

so you lean

your hungry

body

on my shoulder 

because 

you too

need flesh

and we are all

hunger––

and hungry for–– 

***


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Jacqueline Gordon

8/2/2021

Jacqueline Gordon is a UC Davis graduate currently working as a technical writer in Sacramento, CA. Her self-published poetry collection, Dust in Your Eyes, has been featured at Beers Books in Sacramento.

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