"Discard the skin"
Mathias Svalina

Discard the skin

your parents

left dangling

from your throat,


their Buick,

the smell

of a watch spring.


The farmer

founds a hospital

of blades


& all the patients

bury themselves

in mulch.


The priest

stands over the crowd

of unblessed waters,


the light

the stained glass windows

refracts into whispers.


Learn a trade

in suffering.


Speak the tongue

of the snake’s tongue.


Be strong

& choose your strength

in the parasite.