The Weekend Goes by Like a Sigh, by Yessica Klein

Dear Readers,

We were so excited and overwhelmed by the poems we received for our upcoming Mundane Joys anthology that we had to share a few on The Rail! This week we have a meditation on the pleasures of a weekend by Yessica Klein

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​The Weekend Goes by Like a Sigh

Down the cemetery we stroll. Contemplative words about
the transitory nature & physical irrelevance of ourselves as humans
have made me horny. It’s a late winter Sunday afternoon, the birds

cheer away & the dead stay silent, their questions unanswered.
Ancient trees thrive on ancient human matter, roots reaching
madly for carbon. There’s something urgently sexual about death, not in

an 80s goth way, but an ecstatic Jeff Goldblum’s life-finds-a-way. Celebration
of pleasures. I cycle down Karl-Marx-Straße faster than I should,
no helmet, an unlikely death wish of adrenal hormones: I have conquered

the fear of meaninglessness. How sweet - you whisper you’re weird in a
good way, resting your eyes on mine like we might never see each other again. We
take pictures to try & stop time. You hold me in your sleep & we sleep

soundly, unaware of the dead watching us through the window, patiently
​waiting in their jealousy. In the morning, we have sex.​

Yessica Klein is a Brazilian-German writer and artist based in Berlin. She holds a MA in Creative Writing from Kingston University (London, UK), and she's currently working on @thatpoetrything, a podcast about poetic language. She was shortlisted for the 2017 Jane Martin Poetry Prize.