December 3, 2014No Body
not a flower not
a piece of wool, not low-cut
t-shirts, not third base, not a book
open upon the floor, not dry skin,
not a knot in a rope, not a tethered ball,
not our shadows on the wall in the
bathroom, not a dark closet,
not a pile of clothes,
not a waste,
not a corset tied so
tight there is no breath,
not a knife on the nape of the
neck, not a trace, not a permanent
crease on the thigh, not an open face, not
a sandwich without mayonnaise, not
a birth canal, not a parent, not too
rough, not a dull ache, not a
collection of kapala skulls,
not a copy of paradise
lost, not feeling real,
a tree struck by
lightning splayed
in an open field.
from #44 - Summer 2014