Mesiah
And why shouldn’t I be
why shouldn’t I be, deborah?
You never let me call you debbie,
you remember
never among all the grey green spruces
or the firs
soft like a painter’s brush
across your unwollen
cheek.
I should be, I think,
full of million spined fury.
Those few times,
fragile in remembrance
like porcelain.
Or the snow, deborah
full like feathers and down
sinking through the air
toward your hair
spread across my cheeks
You always said I shouldn’t be
casting you down like porcelain.
And what shouldn’t I say
like fires spitting steam and sparks?
those hills,
spread and bunching
finding tree tops beneath the snow
and finding the listless drifts
piled like pillows against
the pines.
It took hours
you stroking your wool
as I hacked
blissful
felling the only tree.
It took hours
until crashing,
it plummeted through
the ice caked snow
and spewing needles,
watched it fall
Bamboo forest in late december
The silver edged leaves,
Cut paper thin from the moon
Shivered and sighed, cold
October in residence
You spilled like molten wax
white and hissing
on my chest and lap
curling and folding
your skin around me
until everything
was brittle smooth
R(e)X
osemary drove past, vivi.
.trespassed face mywindow.
.is today the 25th again.
."ude. Get a bucket, Andrew's cigarettes are strong, m".
.History = Activated Potential Energy.
.Rainrainrain.
.largefallingpasta/intorisingsteamyair/shortcircuitsovens.
.I'm not doing well latear.
.smoking papers cut from vocalcords.
.Craig Dworkin puffed in corners.
.Future = x/x where x=x.
.wo places pier 1 imports and bed, bath, & beyond (eventu.
.she drove past, refuging her teeth behind now closed lips.
.coo’ smoked marijunna under the eaves of constantly falling rain.
.death didn’t negate hunger.
.Apartments migrating eastward.
..
.rosemarrydriving pasts.
.Eking M-F & S-S.
.(ex)Future = History.
.You'll be home(?) in 2 days.
.Time = gravity.
.the today I almost died from electricution.
.eyelashes->wind->broom->eye->breath->tomorrowswerving.
.glittersmile.
.Posthumous tomorrow morning.
.It's unseasonably cold again.
.riset.
.The forsythia's dropped months ago onto the already discarded lilacs though the lilies patter on toward droning fertilization, not that you noticed, forcast beneath me, fallen towards the pit carved for the forgotten rosemary, always made fresh with it's false promise of cerulean blooms.
.lynn starved her masked self like a plug in a key in a locket.
.irradiating the appleturnovers.
. c r e p t .
.Gold foil's muted luster.
.risun.
."icious and del".
.Crackling hips rapping walls.
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.silver hands freeze waxen.
.mask u lynn/famine in.
.remember the blue for tomorrow/yesterday.
.->beatbreathbeatbreathbeat->.
.unsun.
.refuted, my visage dripped from your hungertrembled fingers
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