lasciarmi stare.

oh, how I wish to be their mouths & bellies,
the fine flicker of eye-lash legs to elbow or knee.
They fill up with you like only I want to.
The taste-love-gulp,
sweet protean goop.
Red to brown to black.

the hurt

the thin web of fingers

the hold and a hurt with the hand.

leave it on my teeth,
web of fingers,
breath,
breath,
leave it on my teeth.

the nouns,
spilt letters
down,
one-two-three on the tongue,
perch on limbs and bone and say
just. like. this.
the tense,
shift.
it tastes so much like adjectives,
it tastes so much like verbs.

it stays in to take to wear,
no I will not no I will not no I will not wash my hair.

or is that the vowel shape
and the sound,
the bathroom mirror
the cold, cold sink?

or when I could not button my jacket and the light changed from red to green to yellow to red. Swinging over the avenue's alphabet, and on the corner stood a man and on the corner stood a woman and down the sidewalk, salted, and we warmed our fingers and our feet by the bathroom door and we warmed our knees and our ears and we kept our mouths cold ( Read more... )

or how when you left from the door and the corner, when you left I said it after spitting the spit in the sink and looking at the look in the mirror but said it nonetheless and sometimes I think I laugh too loud when I notice or where does that fever rise like the ache in the lack of sound that comes up sometimes I want to say when you are there ( Read more... )

or it's in what gets left out like tonight I will open the windows and sit by them to feel the cold to feel the motion to feel the cold. The good against bare skin where the sun once warmed leave a pile of clothes in doorways of other rooms and then in my mind come back to you entangled or enlarged in the memory hidden under sheets where the wind ( Read more... )