Sonya Vatomsky is a Moscow-born, Seattle-raised poet and the author of “Salt is for Curing” (Sator Press) & “My Heart in Aspic” (Porkbelly Press). Find them by saying their name five times in front of a bathroom mirror or at sonyavatomsky.tumblr.com and @coolniceghost.
“Mourning Hair, Don’t Care” by Sonya, featured below, is previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance, Issue #012.
Mourning Hair, Don’t Care
Hot kiss of overwhelming anxiety
on my neck’s nape and the sun
out its room a punished teenager
shrieking and cursing and swearing
it’ll be better this time or at least
it’ll be different and we’re somewhat
optimistic because who isn’t when
the wind goes warm and one’s chest
opens up and anticipation runs
impulse control off the road, ethical
killing, teeth and taxidermy and
wet specimens, the sinewy heartache
preserved in a jar that means I’ve
won, I’ve imbued a faint trace of
meaning into this inanimate
vodka world by leaving life in a
dark cupboard all those years and
I am rising, like a phoenix or like
bile, throat and ashes everywhere.