losing our grip on purpose

By Victoria Garcia

the surreal is incurable–it might open
where i feel temporary,
where the whole world flashes
like moss learning nude verse
& impart on the being
like a festival of lanterns,
so i try to forget
the drusen working under
the emaciation of the widely known
wherein under each new stone i thrive
& the opal i’d eat out of an owl’s heart
is the freakish opulence–
a sad button of the sickness.

Victoria Garcia is a creative writer and poet residing in Panama City Beach, Florida. Her poetry seeks the surreal in the mundane, and illuminates the line between reality and distortion. Her poem “Call On the Vanishing” has been published in Words-Empire Magazine.