EMILY CORWIN / TRAUMATA — always crashing

in a hemorrhage from the eye | in a modem, my cranium blotted like a morgue and I am repulsed | my amygdala seems to hate me | it jolts megawatts whenever I see him, near-dead | across my high gloss plastic screen | I crumple under an eiderdown duve…

repulsive as a loose hemorrhage—                             I am a lambchop— under halogen lamps— &nbs…

undo my oxblood gown in a briar patch, gushing. undo the video—the polar bear starved, atrophied. undo eye-bleed. undo flute glass and Prozac dose, undo my father bent in sickness, undo the exam table paper. undo ulcer of mine, undo gastric acid abr…

with starbright I feel crummy—                      crumbling against a plexiglass door— never horses—       …

no thank you demon with the powder blue iris no thank you my sinuses which crackle no thank you sludge no thank you thalamus and dopamine synapse no thank you cardiovascular ward no thank eye capillary no thank you my father’s eye, dear father with …

I crumple a little too much                  come apart at the tomb entrance              your mausoleumis my mausoleum &nbs…

Emily Corwin is currently an MFA candidate in poetry at Indiana University-Bloomington and the former poetry editor of Indiana Review. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Black Warrior Review, Gigantic Sequins, New South, Yemassee, THRUSH, and elsewhere. She has two chapbooks, My Tall Handsome (Brain Mill Press) and darkling (Platypus Press), which were published in 2016. Her first full-length collection, tenderling, is forthcoming 2018 from Stalking Horse Press.