but
i got your email;
loosened tears, of course
so i took four ibuprofen
and lay down on my office floor
and, in my stupor there, composed
lines like
i dream of you bowing my pelvis bone, soundless rubbery strokes
or
please push your rose slit urethra deep against the back of my throat, where my tonsils were,
so that my nose tip disappears in your black curly hair,
and my nostrils draw it in as i gasp to breathe
i want you with such force
and i can’t move anymore
i can barely say i hate* you
[post mortem: praise of verse in place of return of *love? who cares.]
November 28, 2007 at 8:15 pm |
Stunning.
Just brilliant
One of my faves from you… I’m not even sure why… it just strikes such a firm chord.
Beautiful, truly.