Six Poems - Bernadette Bowen

Bernadette Bowen

WE ARE ALL SURFACES IN THE ENVIRUSMENT

My love 
Hangs around 
Like mold.

I Infiltrate 
Your porous 
Wood

Sink into 
Your 
Remembrains.

—-

Don’t 
Mind me…

…Just evading

Lapses to 
Rid your 
Infrastructure 
Of me;

Fortifying 
Myself 
—Stronger 
Than ever 
Inside You.

—-

I am the 
Twenty-percent 
That know 
How to 
Survive

Your vinegar.

—-

Undetected 
I cunningly curb 
Your interest

Til you’re

Cupping at 
The seems.

—-

Curve for me.

Show me 
How 
Your heat

That 
Grows me

Cannot 
Contain 
Itself there

Inside your 
Surfaces.

—-

Allow me 
To snake 
Through 
your veins

Like water;

Weaving 
Through 
Your textures,

Tainting Your 
Would boreds,

Inking them 
With life.

—-

Isn’t it 
All So 
Exhilarating—

—How Even 
My most 
Toxic 
Release of 
Spores

beats 
The drone 
Of your

Tidy 
Polished 
Home. 

 

I HAVE BEEN WADING

On the 
Ocean of 
Missing you 
For So Long,

I’m getting 
Scurvy 
Over here.

—-

I have the 
Cabin Fever of 
Missing you.

—-

The Creatures 
Of us

Live on in the 
Deepest parts 
Of my memorseas.

Not a day 
Goes by

I don’t 
Hold my breath 
To Dive back in 
And pull them out;

Basking them 
in the sun 
Of mynd’s surface.

—-

Our sea monsters 
Shine brightly when 
Allowed in daylight.

—-

I’m keeping 
The map;

Charting course 
To our 
Buried treasures.

I haven’t 
Forgotten 
Where 
X marked

Our spots———- 
—So Many Times.

 

BALDILOCKS BUMBLER VIRTUOSO

Watch me 
Blow thought 
Bubbles into our 
Re-space-o-ship.

—-

Since You Shut 
Your Electricity off,

The pixels of me 
Still spend all their

Tokens and free time 
Grinding, Bouncing, & 
Reflecting in Our lights.

—-

A play palace 
Despised, I

~backstroke~in the 
____ball pit____Full 
———Of our gazes 
——into each other.

—-

Though you stopped 
Paying admission,

The bare moments 
of us—-Still Dance

|||Encased||| in their 
<<<>>>
<<<>>>

[Turns out,

This space was 
Always 
self-sufficient].

The show 
Must Go On.

 

I'M HERE TO(O)

Fetishize 
The face.

Face it,

I do not 
Miss 
Any

-But 
Yours.

Take off 
That mask

Slowly 
For me.

No need 
To be Shy 
Or coy,

I know 
What’s under 
There.

I’ve seen it 
All 
Before.

Show me 
Again

How you 
You.

It’s been 
So long

Since 
Anyone 
Worth 
Looking 
At

Has Looked 
At me

Physically,

Viscerally,

in My 
Direction.

—-

Before our 

Total Dark

I mourned 
Our sight loss

Like 
I had

My childhood, 
Dog.

I knew 
We 
Were going,

So I 
read books

In place 
Of 
Your face

To Supplant 
Our Deterioration.

I Wrapped myself 
In The Comfort 
Of fiction,

Between covers 
and frayed spines.

Shipping 
Is delayed

On shared 
smirks

In the 
Unfor-see-me-able 
Future.

In this 
Envirusment,

We are

Flesh and 
[Thus,] 
Fresh Out

of 
Knowing 
Glances.

I see now,

There is no way 
To Properly grieve 
the Relishment

of your 
Idiosyncrasies,

As we are,

Relegated 

To only 
A Past-time.

 

YOU WERE NOT ROUTINE DENTAL WORK

The worst Part 
of losing you 
is that _________ 
___________ 
_____________.

—-

Not some 
Superficial filling 
I could replace.

You were that 
Real enamel Deal.

—-

Over the years, 
I’d developed 
Quite the sweet 
Tooth; taking 
Bigger Bites than 
I Could chew.

—-

I ached from 
Your erosion 
For Months;

Numbing myself 
Preemptively 
For Your extraction.

—-

You Didn’t 
leave a 
minor cavity.

I required 
A full-blown 
root canal.

My nerves laid raw in 
the deepest parts of 
me from your loss.

—-

You were ripped 
from my mouth 
and placed back 
into that of another.

I have 
No right 
to be sad

Only sad writes; 
Gumming at 
Our leftovers.

 

THE BABY

Words in 
My brain 
Are crying 
Out of me.

They say 
It’s time 
For them

To be 
Birthed 
Out from 
My Mental 
Holes &

Into the 
—World.

—-

Words 
Have no 
Need for

Sucking 
Their 
Thumbs

To self- 
Soothe.

They 
Are the 
Food & 
The Shit,

& We—-Are 
The Worms.

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Bernadette Bowen

Bernadette Bowen is a published poet and PhD candidate in the School of Media and Communication at Bowling Green State University. Her interests intersect the broad fields of critical and feminist theories, with an eye towards the ideological struggle between institutions, gender, sexuality, and media ecology.

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