December 10, 2024
Image by Serena Devi
Hunter Gather
I was tracking the pleasure that feels like nothing
I wanted it quickly
in a dream, running backwards endlessly
a cornered animal putting some thought into it
your presence had awakened some kind of ancestral memory: I was hungry
because I had to be
I couldn’t understand this weather
the falling through cracks, my lack of patience
looking into my crystal ball I
couldn’t exactly see us growing old
you can laugh sure
I lived
and did it–the it pursued me, and so I
I fixated on the it— did all my shit
as a cry for help
a circuit in the hall had blown and there was no light
you touched me I knew
the keyhole had always been at hand level
it’s always been right there
Serena Devi is a writer from Kentucky, currently based in Brooklyn, NY. Her work has appeared in The Recluse, Social Text, Shitwonder, Forever Mag and more.