Drink the starry airplane lights
the so-so hands of leaves.
I've never been afraid of
falling fireflies
failing sight.
Is the skin under your fingernails
as numb with would-be words
as mine?
Do your hands grow up
over your face
too fast?
I've never been afraid
of the closeness
of your voice up my spine
Or the moon falling to earth.
Jun 16, 2010
Waking Woman
She swings her arms
they go over her head, knuckles first
they go below her knees, palms now.
She dusts the morning
wiping the corners where
the night catches she
wipes her eyes
stares into the clouds
to fill the whites and
drain the blacks
of their dream bath
murky with stillness.
June 12, 2010
they go over her head, knuckles first
they go below her knees, palms now.
She dusts the morning
wiping the corners where
the night catches she
wipes her eyes
stares into the clouds
to fill the whites and
drain the blacks
of their dream bath
murky with stillness.
June 12, 2010
Set
Talk slow
break the commas
over the breath
we're sharing
hold that blackened pen
still; the words it
would arrest
should sink to the hollow
horizon as free as light
as counted as
steps with a cane.
And before the coming
thrum, the next shape
of your tongue, the light has
turned reflection blue.
Jun 16, 2010
break the commas
over the breath
we're sharing
hold that blackened pen
still; the words it
would arrest
should sink to the hollow
horizon as free as light
as counted as
steps with a cane.
And before the coming
thrum, the next shape
of your tongue, the light has
turned reflection blue.
Jun 16, 2010
Lake Like a Body
Waves on the water
make scales on the body
The body
it cools under cover
of sleeping
then asks me out
though I don't belong to it
pointing out the tassels of hair
twisting for it
asking with never ending patterns
that lean on the opposite shore
then turn back for me.
June 12, 2010
make scales on the body
The body
it cools under cover
of sleeping
then asks me out
though I don't belong to it
pointing out the tassels of hair
twisting for it
asking with never ending patterns
that lean on the opposite shore
then turn back for me.
June 12, 2010
More Kin
Let's not fear dropping our
things in water that would
ruin them. Let's only
make it so
that as our calves harden
under the surface,
our love is not as thin
as ink. More kin
to waves of water
than to waves of ours.
Jun 12, 2010
things in water that would
ruin them. Let's only
make it so
that as our calves harden
under the surface,
our love is not as thin
as ink. More kin
to waves of water
than to waves of ours.
Jun 12, 2010
Art of Illiteracy
Someone thought they
owned language
and flailed it
across the bodies of others.
The another
forced to wear it
ill-fitting syllabary
forgot her old own
maybe, but not its meanings
She told hers
these are your clothes, yes
But under here,
she touched their skin
there are your meanings
our old own.
They will teach themselves to you.
She left with it tangled in her hair
maybe, but the hair of her children
smelled familiar
their skin warming under it
they found the offbeat
where language isn't anybody's.
It fit just right in their mouths.
Jun 4, 2010
owned language
and flailed it
across the bodies of others.
The another
forced to wear it
ill-fitting syllabary
forgot her old own
maybe, but not its meanings
She told hers
these are your clothes, yes
But under here,
she touched their skin
there are your meanings
our old own.
They will teach themselves to you.
She left with it tangled in her hair
maybe, but the hair of her children
smelled familiar
their skin warming under it
they found the offbeat
where language isn't anybody's.
It fit just right in their mouths.
Jun 4, 2010
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