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Disaster Instructions
All I wanted was
for you to stay
rest against the
glass house
& count every freckle
in the sky with me.
I was trying to
create my own miracle
staring at your goodbye
hitting the window
like birds
& becoming a
selfish disease.
The sky was on fire
& every ashy ambulance
was taking you away
I loved you.
Guernica bombed itself
into your heart
I waited by the phone
to hear your anger
instead of all the
tornado sirens
over the radio.
I imagine the coffee pot
overflowing
as I read a book
that my domesticity
leads to a house
drowning.
I rush into the kitchen
I am looking for
a reason to panic,
to feel myself
slipping into palpitations
like a warm bath.
There is nothing there.
Everything is how
I left it
the tired cabinets
with downturned eyes,
the unsterile sponge
mocking me,
my mother crying out
in silent pain
from the next room,
my river of anxiety
still flowing
around my feet.
Our beginnings and our ends,
together,
your eyelash, found on my skin,
your quiet breathing in the night,
your gentle arm curved around me,
soft sunshine seeping through the curtains,
welcoming us to morning.
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I'd been drug sniffed
addled & otherwise
by agents in
deep
blues
demanding
points of origin
questioning allegiance
mis-
or
re-
placed
hope to heart to god
like father thought
or
hand to fist to mouth
like mother taught
as if no one had
colored those pale
shades of
in between
so I shook
as all good books
taught me
stretched taught
toward
a sinuous
trail
of spread
skin
a constant
a(c)cord
a consistent
connection
to the shape
you've made me
I tried to trace
this journey
as a map
but found you'd
folded us
into
song
let me
perform
delicate surgery
sing songs of chain-
saw love
along
your supple
summer spine
place the pieces
of your
struggling
jigsaw
map
which match
with mine...
is it safe
to say
that I've
talked
you
to bed
for several
weeks?
would it be
wise
for me
to sew
your proper name
into my
sheets?
or play
your
memory
like a
melody
arranged
in bits
between heart-
beats?
well
my heart's
refrain
repeats
'til my mouth
stutters
what it
speaks
and though
the
syllables
get jumbled
sentiments emerge
complete
has anyone
else
ever told
you
you're
the good
kind
of
cannot sleep?
on the subject of confidence
the room grows
quiet
and I
quite tired
of not explaining myself
so
in case I do decide
on somewhere else
I leave behind
little pieces
each part
proudly
proclaiming
to be
(or not to be)
a whole
with each tiny silence filled
life imitates life
art takes note
and to hell with the rest of it
ever onward & expanding
tensions mounted
on the forefront
and somewhere
(in the very back of things)
is you and
forever
collectively assembled
distinguished but undefinable
and overall
not impressed
dear
it's always with a final thought
I leave you
if the sun still
shines then the
moonlight's lies
and
good
chose
evil when
god chose
sides since
then
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
bones
into the bay
let them make
homes
in the riverbed
pool like
blood
where they
sink
back
to black
like spilt
ink
pores absorb
the poison
her
thirsty skin
drinks
who
thinks
with one hand
recitin'
what the other
hand's writin'
another open
wound
to let
the night in
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I can't get these words right
the late nights
the attention
turned to screens
and screams
and songs you'll sing
forever
so what's one more...
we make space
in the shape of
lost love
and I'm sorry
can't hold hands with
a ghost unless
you try hard enough
and I'm sorry
oh
what I'd give to make
that drive again
sink in your city
sleep in your bed
the world's not right
and I'm sorry
My nerves are stretched taught across the space between us,
their tendrils digging fraying fingertips desperately into our throats
and praying for salvation from every swallow, every word,
collapsing the delicate lungs within.
you were a hint of yourself at first,
a shimmer of dew-caught sun in my periphery.
your name was only apparition, then,
a vague, undefinable syllable in a ruined scripture,
something lighter than dust -
we are butterfly wings trembling in the hum behind a thunder-clap,
china dolls at the knees of a tornado -
We are the bowed wood of doomed windows and we are clinging,
bereft, to hold the cracks at our hearts