Melissa Eleftherion



the green stone

We live under umbra. A shoot of green bones of light.

In ring of petal shadow.
Each tentacle is a shard.

In this chandelier of chrysoprase.
This phosphorescent circle of gnarled branches. This apple-green web.

Each ray is centripetal.
A constellation of risk. A dare.

We live under inside in-between.

Gemstone globules.

So wide-eyed. They make our tongues thick.

We try to fuck it. This green.
An act. In gruff fragility to the "grass light"