lies i tell
when you asked me what i wanted
i begged you, get the blinds
and so i used my hands to teach you
about your body, earthquakes, the divides
between us and mankind
quis sum ego?
crawling out of me like first light
the self as an expression of desire
dark with smile, a mindless flashing through
an infinite dryness of being
for the: bubble fairy
bless you, baby-blue! the sky stretched a mile high
the day dance ended at bare tapping feet and the crowded ball-room
wrinkly pictures to bend but no performer could, bust an arm
open season on love
wrung high and decrepit as a sore man-child
might still dream upon a splintered soul
he prays still, body of blood when all is to spoil
mama; newborn
mother lives tonight—yes, for now she breathes in bed
together we watch the fan blades spin
into the flesh-red, she breathes-in dark and hums
thank fuck for the death of men
i am unfolding like a purple tangerine, peeled backend black and pale.
listen-out, i’m dust
someday there is going to be a big yard and i will beat you to it, bathe beneath a tree or a breathing body of light but
i made myself bleed so i could cry beside you
our met kiss was wet-lips but no touch; we took a break to stare at each other in the rib-cage, i was trapped in.
