Linda Nunes, I Dream of Trees
Alternative Medicine
Cortney Collins
I want acupuncture but only on my face/
it would seem that my inner pope is tired of
seclusion & therefore I find myself
unzipping my torso to free that mighty force of
all things passed down through oral
tradition which by the way is rarely as
distorted as academia would have you
believe/needles piercing my cheeks chin
nose forehead are all I really need to get this
dogma I know I need to disseminate rolling/
nothing ought to interfere with the birth of a
second self & I believe the cleaving of these
meridians is shockwave enough to cure
whatever backaches or nerve pain I might
suffer in my day to day life/
I only want the bottoms of my feet to touch the
negative ion biomat/let not any other part of these
nesting doll schematics be infiltrated by too much
undiluted joy or sea foam air lest I forget my duty
to the darkness/that has been so good to me &
given me so much to lean on/kind of like the law
degree I earned just in case ripping words out
of magazines and pasting them with glitter glue
onto scrapbooking paper doesn’t work out/but in
any case a girl can’t lose her head to
amethyst stone massages/
Confine your reiki to my solar plexus only
please/all other chakras have previous
engagements with welcoming committees for
the primordial ooze that surely will take up
residence where a reclusive archetype once
lived & so the gentrification of the
organism begins after the impulse to
break into interpretive dance has vacated
the premises/it’s a long story but trust me
any energy work anywhere else would
do more harm than good/
Cortney Collins
I want acupuncture but only on my face/
it would seem that my inner pope is tired of
seclusion & therefore I find myself
unzipping my torso to free that mighty force of
all things passed down through oral
tradition which by the way is rarely as
distorted as academia would have you
believe/needles piercing my cheeks chin
nose forehead are all I really need to get this
dogma I know I need to disseminate rolling/
nothing ought to interfere with the birth of a
second self & I believe the cleaving of these
meridians is shockwave enough to cure
whatever backaches or nerve pain I might
suffer in my day to day life/
I only want the bottoms of my feet to touch the
negative ion biomat/let not any other part of these
nesting doll schematics be infiltrated by too much
undiluted joy or sea foam air lest I forget my duty
to the darkness/that has been so good to me &
given me so much to lean on/kind of like the law
degree I earned just in case ripping words out
of magazines and pasting them with glitter glue
onto scrapbooking paper doesn’t work out/but in
any case a girl can’t lose her head to
amethyst stone massages/
Confine your reiki to my solar plexus only
please/all other chakras have previous
engagements with welcoming committees for
the primordial ooze that surely will take up
residence where a reclusive archetype once
lived & so the gentrification of the
organism begins after the impulse to
break into interpretive dance has vacated
the premises/it’s a long story but trust me
any energy work anywhere else would
do more harm than good/