About herI tried living with a man, once, tried being the little princess, his little world.Sweet rabbit, baby, apple, said he, You shall feast upon my soul, devour my words, a preamble of my love.Sir, replied I, call me Comrade and scratch me from your eye, Give me silence so that I may grow thin from, Mixed messages, incoherence.Onyx colored hate. So fierce was his heart!How delightful was his thought, to wrap me in pink, and hold me in his arms.So soft, he'd rock my cradle and sing a sweet song. Papa, did you know I'd stab you 19 times? the blade was invisible, shiny, and brand new.I went across the universe, and I hid
Perihelion Your face, I've known it since I could breathe. The formulation of delicate, paper thin lungs, took but a moment. And yet, the nourishment of your face the only thing mother fed me, the only thing I can remember from the womb--it has lasted years. I've known it,I've known! Little girl, Eyes wide, staring at the sun-- Quickly, little one, now close them tight--keep them closed, keep them closed! (A suprise, a surpise!) You are the bursting capillariesagainst my lids, the temporary blur of vision,my sunlit memory. Your features, I do not know. Like a blind man betrothed to hope and in love with the
dolorouswhen I was still a girl, you and I would play agame, fingers would spread wide before entwining into afist--you would sigh 17 times, oh, humbug! oh, you. you're just a girl, you'd whisper in my ear.doctor you, make me feel better. unscrew my head, reach inside my blouse--undo these tangled heartstrings--I will open wide. hurry, sir, hurry! sometimes, I would tell youit hurt so much, so you'd come faster.
AttemptThis is, attempt number four sixty-three, to tell you just how much, I, love--if I complete the statement, it'll be real. So far I've ripped up years of paper and now am left with this tiny slip.My small joy, my sweet oddity, I added together your phone number and the even sum, reminded me of your smile. Cracked lip, chipped tooth,heavy tongue;charming.There is a soft hintof dimples--This tiny piece of paper, on which, I scribble, is powerful like a papercut, like your first Hello. Like your first blowjob.I wasn't there, but I can imagine the lookon your face.