Notifications - Christina Antonovskaya

Nondescript people doing unremarkable things

Are baffled by a sound, a woodpecker, they laugh

In hysterical tones that pierce like an arrow

Quarantine, and it alone, has done this

The blood vessels and slime and joys of birth,

Though, is what is on my mind

Explain how much poplar down there was

In that city in the spring, I will remember it

Planets don’t have to understand themselves

Or what they do,

Uterus/Eureus/Europe

My candles, ouch!

My metatarsals, ouch!

Taught now to take nothing for granted

Four, a number you never liked either after we discussed it

It reminds me of Proserpina but everything has a way of connecting

Horns were kept on their heads but everything else changed

Some turned into trees, into arachnids, into statues

It makes you wonder how or if it is painful to be human

Christina V. Antonovskaya’s prose works and poetry have been featured online; on personal blogs, Lemon Star Magazine, L’Éphémère Review, Awkward Mermaid Magazine, and others, and she is currently working on publishing her book of poetry titled "The Symptom". She is currently an aspiring ballet dancer with Victoria Ballet Academy. From just north of Toronto, completed BA in Psychology, and writing has been a serious passion since early teen years and she uses it to understand and make sense of the world and her own perceptions of it.