JUNE FEATURE POET: SAITERU S.

 

JOURNAL ENTRY: No 319
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cause of death:
self-immolation by way of desire

I am a catalog of light. A wish begged from the graveyard of fallen stars. An infinity of howls condensed into a single body. A face in the shadow of a thousand war-bound ships.

I am an ache,
an eternity
of longing.

You touch
me & I
fracture.


TELEGRAM No 310

GLASS SLIPPER TELEGRAPH Co.
ADDRESSED TO: FAIRY GODMOTHER

{in response to your letter about the prince}

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You would think they have never seen anyone like me before, the way they circled the ballroom floor, hot-coal eyes and teeth bared. I could not tell if they were smiling or snarling. For that eternal, breathless moment, I found that I did not care.

In truth, fairy godmother—the moment was nothing like I dreamt it would be. I on the wings of the ballroom, alone and unafraid as the prince emerged from the shadows, dressed in the cardinal-red of his enemies’ blood.

I don’t doubt the strangeness of the world, for I was sure I had been on the precipice of that dance before. In one variation I rejected the possibility of a prince. In another, I had been too scared to dream of deserving it all.

_

In the last, I stood—a warrior on the front lines of some ancient battle, ready to greet my salvation, or  face my doom.

He crossed the room like a wayward moon, arresting everything in sight:

 

& I was caught
in eclipse, the heat of the sun
forgotten under the force of
his gaze.

He was radiant. Tall as Colossus with small suns for eyes. I am not ashamed to say that I was enthralled long before his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my waist.

_

Do not ask me, godmother, what song the orchestra played, for if there was music, I could not hear it over the pulse-drum of my heartbeat:

 

In his arms I was light;
alternating between particle
and wave. A phenomenon
in contradiction with itself.

I wanted him. I wanted him
with an intensity that terrified
me. At midnight,
I fled.





TELEGRAM No 333

GLASS SLIPPER TELEGRAPH Co.
ADDRESSED TO: STEPSISTER, THE ELDER

{regarding a lifetime of disappointments}

 _

Shall I confess?

I had wished for a sister for as long as I could remember —someone I could share my days with. Someone to make doll dresses and play at river water and mud cake tea-parties with, lost in the halcyon-daze of the summer sun.

Only now am I able to admit the truth to myself:

 

I am a body made from twilight & loneliness. If ever there was joy to be found, it has been within solitude’s embrace.

All I ever wanted was someone who knew my fears and joys. I thought, in those first moments when Papa brought you home that we would be the best of friends. Confidants and each other’s champions in the battles we were sure to face.

 

After all: who else would understand the thorn-sharp-sweet-terror of my first night in the prince’s bed?

After all: who else would understand the want? I some thornskinned Aphrodite, laying the softest part of my throat into his alligator jaw—eager for the devouring.


JOURNAL ENTRY: No 255
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& my lover
laid me bare
under a twilight sky.

& his mouth,
was wine and sorrow
a soft devouring.

& in his arms
I existed
in waves of light
a sunset captured
on the dark side
of the moon.

& now that he’s gone
I miss him
but only on the
equinox, only
on the equinox.


 
 

SAITERU S. has always been fascinated by words and stories. Thornskinned Heroines is an experimental poetry & flash prose series inspired by the question: happily-ever-after, then what? In each volume of these fantastic retellings, Saiteru follows our favorite fairy tale heroines and discovers a richer, more complex world in which our heroines face some of the darkest and lightest aspects of life. The series draws inspiration from a wide array of sources including Ovid’s Heroides, Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Emily Dickinson’s Envelope poems to name a few.

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SAITERU S.: IN CONVERSATION

In Sorrow, Cinderella is much more than a forgotten stepdaughter and chimney sweep. She is a girl with dreams of a bright future, despite the hardships she faces at home.

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IN THIS ISSUE

Author: Saiteru S.
Editor: Lydia S.
Graphic Design: Shompole, N.L.

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