ISSUE 4: SUMMER 2016 / LOS ANGELES POETS / POETRY

“Rings” by Chelsea Bayouth

BY CHELSEA BAYOUTH

I wish
I could be peeled back
at some point in my life
and a doctor
or someone
versed in this language
would read me like
the rings of a tree
They would say
here,
this year you were dehydrated
and this year something happened
Your parents divorced
You had a ghost boyfriend
You had to move back home
And here you became a vegetarian
I can tell by your rings
And here
a flood, see all the space?
Here is where you slept
curled in a cracked room
And here a birthday
Here a birthday,
Here a birthday
Here- this ring means you fell in love,
see the colors?
This one says you didn’t eat for one whole year?
Is that right?
But here, it is green see?
All of this is new
And seeds
Do you see these little babies?
All these little doorways?
Opening to fields of ocean?
But wait maybe they are stars,
I cant tell
it all looks the same,
the glittering and
shaking and
cracking open.

 
Chelsea Bayouth is prolific writer and visual artist from Los Angeles California. Her poetry has been published in several zines and journals and she hosts a poetry reading series in Los Feliz called The Foxhole. To find out more about her writing and art you can follow her on Instagram @chelseabayouth

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