That today is yesterday’s tomorrow
When my nostrils ran
And I licked the dripping mucus
While you suckled on Eszhiiokwum’s nipple
You were both the canoe and the paddle
And I was the diver who stayed afloat
Defying turbulent waves…
The sea brought you an eel
And I found a shell ashore
Troubled by the glint in your greedy eyes
I stretch my worn hands
If only you’ll take it
And look upon me as your undying shadow
Secure in muted appeals
Yearning for your contentment!
© Patrick Iberi
- Alter Ego is taken from Patrick Iberi's forthcoming poetry collection, Echoes of a Desolate Voice. Used with permission.
- Iberi is the Art Editor of Sentinel Poetry Online.