we used to be interlinked, not bound
by economy, but living space

as a child I swallowed
pullum iecoris and cor pullum
which my grandma cut out
with care

I sucked ossium dry, the cervical
vertebrae were my favourite
I looked through the foramen
vertebrale not thinking of my own

now I sense
our alienation as assets

our market value fluctuates
from one day to the next

there is no difference between
l’homme and oiseaux
there is a difference

I invest myself into the economy
of plantae to survive I dream
of the corpus hortus entanglement

calluna vulgaris on my forehead nephrolepis
exaltata in my shoulders kalanchoe
daigremontiana: devil’s backbone is also mine
crassula ovata fingers dracaena bones
echeveria eyes geranium ears
begonia lips spathiphyllum vagina
maranta leuconeura circulation
ceropegia woodii in my chest I
loses itself deciduously



[Agata Maslowska was born in Poland and lives in Scotland. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Edinburgh Review, New Writing Scotland, Scottish PEN’s New Writing, and Gutter Magazine, among others, and been anthologized in A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Writers for Japan (Cargo) and Glasgow (Dostoyevsky Wannabe). She is the recipient of the Hawthornden Writing Fellowship and the Gillian Purvis Award for New Writing.]

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