Exaptation or, The Stars Dangle from Their Ear / & there was an island | poetry by Rick Hollon

Exaptation or, The Stars Dangle from Their Ear

In my star charts I relabeled the sequence of the ecliptic
to better articulate the calculus of Scorpio + Capricorn
and render it into magic I understand, such works of Silurian
& Cretaceous suns. You incise my earlobe + I’m nervous
enough to babble of malleus & stapes, how we fit together
articular + quadrate into a thrum of music & speech.

A reptile couldn’t hear this, you whisper through teeth.
Scale-skin couldn’t feel this, though your touch activates
atavistic fur + the memory of burrowing together, away
from the claws & monotonous teeth of reptiles outside.
We just fit on your foam mattress, primate fingers
curious of the pattern of star-wheels + cynodont fur.
& there was an island

not far down the skidclay bank
where we donned poison oak crowns
mineral glamours of eyeshadow

2 years pent; too years leanfed
hunger for joy, hunger for words
so acute we wove our own

language of swordfern and acorn
doled freely to frog & firefly
in pirate lust from rockbound pools

old things shed & cast in bottles
in tumbledown brick hideaways
we dug & glittered & sank deep

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Rick Hollon (they/them or fey/fem) is a nonbinary, intersex, bi/queer writer from the American Midwest. Feir work has appeared or is forthcoming in Delicate Friend, Sledgehammer Lit, Kaleidotrope, the HELL IS REAL anthology, and elsewhere.