Three Poems by Erika Gill

These three poems by Erika Gill contemplate inevitability, skulk the streets of Denver in early summer, and preemptively mourn the effects of Climate Change…

by: Erika Gill

If it comes

If it comes, let it come
let it float, nebulous into safe space
make a mooring
or don’t 
let it 
is all I’m saying

Control is an illusion
weighted blanket
imagination stuck on two scenes
let it grow, change, die

Let it die
release it to death 
as you will, one day, release yourself
as you have with others
fingers forced open
all that is dropped to the floor

Let it fall if it must fall
and believe me that it must 
it must fall
it is the rule of empires that
endings are beginnings
destruction can be beautiful 
beauty can break you
your oft broken heart
set free with the knowledge
that beauty holds so little value 
in the true course of things.
Field Log: Denver, 10 May

By the tenth of May the Denver trees 
have begun to bloom and leaf
and it is green. So green I laugh, elated.
Some things I have seen:
flowers of six shades,
an alien – poppy in bloom, translucent
hairs cover the stalk and pod,
its neighboring flower a violent red,
a swarm of black flies,
bearded irises proud spikes thrust into the air,
a beetle on its back.
Someone (I dislike) has written “fuck earth”
on the pavement and had it been me
It would have said “fuck, Earth”
reverently, the way lovers do.
When we are all drowning

When we are all drowning
these tasks will cease to matter
dissolved into acidic slurry
and I will miss sliding my fingers
along your hair and the clean sky

When we are all asphyxiated
I will no longer care to look in mirrors
your empty pockets immaterial
I’ll have plucked the final leaf
from the last wilting plant
as it returns to the earth

She is calling us
ringing a dinner bell, a klaxon
if they have their way 
our bodies will never stop moving
never to alight gently
one last petal, to rest. 

Erika Gill (they/she) is a writer who lives, writes and builds community in Denver, CO. They grew up longest in Victorville, CA, which is notable only in being the filming location of The Hills Have Eyes. Erika’s poetry may be found in Rigorous, Sublunary Review, petrichor, and other spaces. Twitter: @invariablyso.

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