Three Poems for Haunted Passages by Eli Dunham

DID
YOU
KNOW

i watch
my body
lie down
on the
floor next
to me.
i            am
nowhere
at          the
dinner
table yet
you speak
to me am
i            the
movie? i
am
upside
down
driving my
car, the
world
claustrop
hobic
&glimmer
ing.
who is the
time
today? i
was born
in
yesterday.
is          my
head
wrapped
in cotton?
did you
know
i        didn’t
Exist?
you think
it’s
a       bad
thing,
through
a glass
wall we
take
turns.

YOUR CATACOMBS

a hand extends a lantern
to guide you
through your catacombs
climb down into
the night you made
all on your own
wander through scraps of
death wrap your
arms around it as if
the lantern hadn’t
left you

in such a gentle tomb
cradled into quiet
you could live here forever
as if the lantern
hadn’t left you

DECLARATION

transparent i am the misty
head slow just be patient i am
hiding i am forest fires kept
in the parenthesis of a skull
it’s a mirror with teeth i
found a pigeon ripped in half
wings arranged like a curse
transparent                i am the
zombie who bathes in sun

Eli Dunham is a queer, neurodivergent poet living in Sacramento, CA. You can find their work in DreamPopGASHERYAWPAnti-Heroin ChicQ/A and elsewhere. They have work forthcoming in Redactions and Indefinite Space.

Image: catswilleatyou.com

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