Creator of Cups

after ricardo cavolo’s tarot del fuego
by émilie kneifel | May 23, 2020

comfort is bound
to you. collarbone,
milk. midnight is warm
for a hide. light is
a wave and a particle, ink,
firecombs, crown
ing your eyes.
this mother is here,
eyelid wings,
for the spilling,
but the moon was
already your rise.
your forearm is purple
stain iris a city
a bridge to the rest
of your spine.

émilie kneifel (they/them) is a sick fish, goo fish, they fish, blue fish. find ’em in Tio’tia:ke, hopping and hoping.