The incapacity to name
is a symptom of disturbance.
Operator / Operator,
I could not join the troupe of myself
observed by the lens.
The windowpane and the landscape
make it very difficult to focus.
In order to “see”
Myself / beloved
“myself” / which is light, divided
doesn’t hold still, giggling in my jar.
We all have our secret / chart of tastes,
the blue- / green of her melancholy.
(What is it then?)
down to the root.
I recently hung up those pairs of fish
to become as crude, as certain as a sign:
a pipe is always and intractably a pipe
a bottle, an iris stalk,
a body, a face.
And what is more
is what I call the air,
the process of becoming
the past, part of what has been
through a dense fog
of its own making.
What I am
cannot be transformed but only repeated,
fills the sight by force
blocks memory| intense immobility.
I am, I don’t know why,
drawing an object through a prism.
I could be “painted”
what I am
apart from any effigy.
Myself which is
Stubborn. Give me a neutral,
anatomic body, a body
which signifies nothing:
an egg on a naked belly
here laid bare: the naive
attitude of her hands
the grain of the voice.
Ashley Taylor [she/her] is a non-binary poet and MFA candidate at Spalding University’s School of Professional and Creative Writing. She curates, promotes, and designs inclusive programming of creative writing and performing arts workshops. She earned an MA in English from the University of Louisville, where she served as graduate editor of Miracle Monocle, writing instructor of college composition and intro to creative writing, and facilitator of UofL’s LGBTQ Creative Writing Group. She is the founder of the Louisville reading series River City Revue, the author of The Metamorphosis of Narcissus (Damaged Goods Press, 2019), and a teacher at the Jewish Community Center in Louisville KY.