"i’m like my father i leave half-carcasses of myself everywhere i go call this sacrifice."
Dena Igusti is an Indonesian Muslim poet based in Queens, NYC. She is the co-founder of Short Line Review. She is a 2018 Urban Word NYC Youth Poet Laureate Ambassador and 2017 Federal Hall Fellow. Her work has been featured in BOAAT Press, The Shanghai Literary Review, and more. You can find her at denaigusti.wordpress.co
"sacrifice (reprise), or trajectory" i want to run into an arms of sorts. yours. a battlefield before the war. a gun store.
anything that gives me trigger and thrill and reason to fall out of my own
two strands of hair lie on your pillowcase i think this is me leaving a part of me with you
it’s just cells and dead and genetic so i don’t see how. they’re probably thrown away by now
i’m like my father i leave half-carcasses of myself everywhere i go call this sacrifice.
maybe this is why i name every skin contact a war. every minute after an obituary is written for each cell
my subconscious speaks with uncertainty i think that says a lot about me an afterthought of afterthought remains of one for another
i think a lot about death for someone so afraid of dying i call all my not-loves a loss and grieve for something of mine after
whether it’s two strands of hair or what isn’t left of me after the gunfight