falling between (the endless cascade of things) 5-21-2001

I no longer feel you
in me with
your bottle-long fingers and your
eyes that sneeze.
Our fists don't fit in anymore;

we have outcast knuckles with stems
that breathe and say "momma"

You have fit me like a corset
since the persecution
where you, grapefruit rind and solid
peeled back the juiciest
edge, and let it air out.

like my hips which spread wide
and search for oxygen. and
I navi-gate

You only cut when it's
cold out and the skin
withdrawls from the blade. It's major
has fallen thick-fast;
the ends tend to sp lit
out and collapse.
I do not stagger but
the teeth grind like flesh
with an abrasion

and the weak falls and drips
from the body as cloth would
a sail. your finger
is no longer mistaken for sex
but its the same nail
and bone you loved
and it struck you as motionless
when you bled it.

05/21/2001

Posted on 12/12/2003
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