John Cena Sighs Softly and Thinks About Blood
In an interview John Cena says “the blood
is one thing I miss” and I imagine the man
alone at his desk, unable to write about anything else.
How the moon of him has been new for years without
any reason to pull the tides through his limbs again,
to be a immobile and to be restless at the same time,
a frustrated beast made of stone, a cold statue,
chiseled musculature and austerity abound.
Cena says, “Blood is one of the things that made fights cool.
Like, you knew it had gotten serious.”
Says this as if building a body shaped more like
a weapon could be anything but dedication,
how the limit of him freezes over,
how the humanity gets replaced
to make it easier to stand
yourself.
How the moon of his world is nothing anymore,
how his name is a birdsong, or a piece of folklore
but never the entire tale.
Says, “I understand why we don't do it anymore.”
Says, “I understand why the kids don’t want to
have to bleed to be respected or believed,
how pain manifests itself inside me more authentically
than I can hope or want it too,
how I don’t know how to feel something
unless it bruises first,
a bundle of over ripened peaches
bruised into something rotten.”
In an interview John Cena says “the blood
is one thing I miss” and I imagine the man
alone at his desk, unable to write about anything else.
How the moon of him has been new for years without
any reason to pull the tides through his limbs again,
to be a immobile and to be restless at the same time,
a frustrated beast made of stone, a cold statue,
chiseled musculature and austerity abound.
Cena says, “Blood is one of the things that made fights cool.
Like, you knew it had gotten serious.”
Says this as if building a body shaped more like
a weapon could be anything but dedication,
how the limit of him freezes over,
how the humanity gets replaced
to make it easier to stand
yourself.
How the moon of his world is nothing anymore,
how his name is a birdsong, or a piece of folklore
but never the entire tale.
Says, “I understand why we don't do it anymore.”
Says, “I understand why the kids don’t want to
have to bleed to be respected or believed,
how pain manifests itself inside me more authentically
than I can hope or want it too,
how I don’t know how to feel something
unless it bruises first,
a bundle of over ripened peaches
bruised into something rotten.”
Aeon Ginsberg is an agender writer and performer from Baltimore City, MD whose work focuses on gender, sexuality, and mental health and the ways they weave themselves into knots. Their work has been featured or is forthcoming from Public Pool, Crab Fat Magazine, Hyrsteria, and elsewhere. Aeon has toured around the country numerous times and has performed at the Individual World Poetry Slam (2014), Rouge Roulette, Louder Than A Bomb, and Artscape (2016). Outside of writing they are grateful for their roommates subscription to WWE Network, The Rock, and rocks.