The Navigation of Hands

a sudden wave disarticulates the hand, liberating the shadows of fingers. this is an outline of pure possibility replacing remembering, go with it—there is no balance, it’s all or nothing—memories covered in whiteout throb on the page like divergent bulbs and your hands become staircases of rats swarming, clawing over each other. rodent fingers of chaotic planes trace your non-pulsed heart. these hands are not to be navigated.

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Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.

This poem is part of the drains of her mind collection.