From Sam Shepard’s Savage/Love: Beggar Could you give me a small part of yourself I’m only asking for the tiniest part Just enough to get me from here to there Could you give me something Anything at all I’ll accept whatever it is Could you just put your hand on my head Could you brush […]
Listening Faces When we sat across from each other in the place where we met you talked about your nights by the fire face listens You talked about yourself face listens When we were lying next to each other you told me what […]
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not since you twisted that speculum inside me, to examine my connective tissue. Revision: fuck. Watch the blood and filaments and flipper- feet expand then contract when untimely ripp’d. Black specks. bulbous brain cavity swimming in an air-less bucket, seeing and not seen in the amniotic fluid within the bubblegum sphere.
Flesh and blood and muscle all conjoined, breathe with the woods around it. As if the herd drifts like water, in and out of the sugar maples and buckeyes, crimson with the blood of October. Bugling bulls model coveted crowns, strut regally amid the Blue Ridge, swollen. Where bony prongs, now stained, reveal only chalky […]
this morning. Pacing as you turned your panties inside- out. Slid one hole up your leg, then the other. Cloudy silhouette, still now – you look at me. Are you crying? When our eyes meet, this time- I feel nothing. And I didn’t even get to tell you, how pretty your dress looks, when you’re […]