Clavicle Hammock
by Maia Wagener
cyan sky matted with thoughts of drinking
cordial from the corners of your limbs pooling
in the flesh of your clavicle hammock i rest
and ask what a child’s limbs are made for if not to be broken
perhaps to bend into shape a crowbar or hammer
used to hammer mother’s clavicle to the mantel and kiss her
metatarsal bones before resting
in a hammock under God i will sleep
under blankets made of a torn woman’s muscle stitched
filaments fingering the webbing of my toes like a violin
stringing to the drum of cordial dripping on hardwood
floors of my rib cage corridor i sleep
and dream of steel crowbars and cordial sweet.
Maia Wagener is a queer, Dutch and Indian writer/student living in London. They are passionate about traditional Carnatic music, experimental theatre, linguistics and of course poetry. Their twitter is @maiaywagener.