Likeness

behind your doors
i wash my hands
my face
my mouth
my eyes
out
horrified that i've
washed out your likeness
the bits you or i
licked and layered
over my skin
i feign mystery
and make for the outside
outside your doors
i walk my hands
my face
my mouth
my eyes
out

nov 25, 12

Setting Sirens

a silhouette
smokes
curls her lips
combs her breath
through her teeth
when they taught me about men
they taught me about me
through the cemetery
they come
for my face
my clothes
the body becoming me
setting sirens
a silhouette
curls her lips
i'm glad to stop
looking in their white eyes
i fade
i'm glad
less than matter, darker
grave

11,7,12

Keep Very Still

i heard
i was told
my conscience is a gear
with stakes
and to keep very still
if it bent
it would break
and the blade
would stay
infecting its hold
after that first revolution
i knew
it was more than a stone
like a bomb
i heard
it click into place
a leaf in the spokes
nobody heard
nobody knew
it left off long ago
and i don't know if it gave out
or blew a hole slowly
i bleed to
death or
it just
lies
in
wait

nov 7, 12