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,
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.