Destabilized and other poems
by Maija Haavisto
Destabilized
1. the action of consenting to receive or undertake something offered
2. the process or fact of being received as adequate, valid, or suitable
3. agreement with or belief in an idea or explanation
4. willingness to tolerate a difficult situation
Regretfully, on this occasion, we must decline your work.
1. the act or process of rejecting
2. the state of being rejected
3. something that is rejected
Rejection can be defined as the act of pushing someone or something away.
Rejection piggybacks on physical pain pathways in the brain. fMRI studies show that the same areas of the brain become activated when we experience rejection as when we experience physical pain. This is why rejection hurts so much (neurologically speaking).
Rejection served a vital function in our evolutionary past. In our hunter/gatherer past, being ostracized from our tribes was akin to a death sentence, as we were unlikely to survive for long alone.
Rejection destabilizes our ”need to belong.”
We wish you well with your future writing.
Of course you would, but what about my brain melting (neurologically speaking)?
We regret that we cannot enter into correspondence about editorial decisions.
We really do regret this. We are only serving a vital evolutionary function, even if it’s in the form of a death sentence.
Sincerely,
Horseradish, but Without the Rad
like those horse heads
or T-rex heads: heavy and bulky
and you can’t quite breathe
it’s nice if you always wanted
to be a horse or a dinosaur
otherwise can’t recommend much
you know you can’t be a horse
even with such a contraption?
a centaur, at most
more like half-centaur
but the human head
sure loves its lies
”I can be anything”
”I can be an agent that
changes its surroundings”
”I can be”
”I”
the layer of extraneity
constructed of crinkly cellophane
fogging up with the breath
with the moist residue of thoughts
in the mirror you’re horseish
like horseradish, but without the rad
even then, the discrepancy
is painfully obvious
you can chomp
hay and carrots all you want
but nope, not a horse (or T-rex)
the centaur emanates
a plume of misty thoughts
”neigh”
”I am no horse”
throws off the sweaty headpiece
”I ain’t”
”I”
””
With the Floodlights Shattered, How Are You Supposed to See?
the stage has no curtain and no exit
no fire extinguisher
just a plain with nowhere to go
how did you end up
somewhere with no exit?
a disgraceful koan
like a fist in your mouth
that you can’t swallow
nor chew your way through
on the second stage
the air is thick and sticky
like you’re breathing goo
that clogs up your alveoli
you’re not supposed to
inhale it, it’s for punching
smack the air and
you may sprain your arm
but the world doesn’t falter
you should do it anyway
there is more on the third one:
a rope, a chair, a ball of hair
and it occurs to you: I’m good
at solving riddles and untying knots
I can untangle the hair
and it will return to its
natural two-dimensional shape
but Euclidean geometry no longer exists
you can’t see anything
on the fourth stage as all
the floodlights shattered and
no matter what they claim
the fifth stage doesn’t exist
when you get there
the ground just falls away under you
and you don’t even care
because of course it would
gases have become solids
liquids are now fire
and solids don’t exist
at this point, the audience
may applaud but it’s so far away
you can’t hear it
you just have to imagine
hands meeting in the darkness
only to immediately withdraw
somewhere in the merciful distance
TW: calorie
calorie (n. vulgar)
1. an obsolete unit
2. the energy needed to raise the temperature of 1 gram of water through 1 °C (now usually defined as 4.1868 joules)
3. equal to 1,000 small calories (they are very tiny, baby calories)
“A slice of this rocky road brownie with marshmallow fudge, maple fondant and caramelized smoked pecans contains 537,000 small calories.”
4. your worth, expressed numerically (remember, one calorie is 1,000 small calories or 4.1868 joules)
5. to condemn vigorously and often irascibly for some real or fancied fault or defect
6. to condemn to a punishment or fate
especially: to condemn to hell
7. to bring ruin on
8. your worth, expressed numerically, too much/never enough/always imbalanced/your body boils the water but it never turns to vapor
Maija Haavisto has had two poetry collections published in Finland: Raskas vesi (Aviador 2018) and Hopeatee (Oppian 2020). In English her poetry has appeared in e.g. Moist, Capsule Stories, ShabdAaweg Review, The North, Streetcake, ANMLY, Eye to the Telescope, Shoreline of Infinity and Kaleidoscope. Follow her on Twitter at: http://www.twitter.com/DiamonDie She has poetry readings available on YouTube at: http://www.youtube.com/user/DiamonDie