The blue-black lip of sky


It could go on like this forever
Slapping the sides of a tub
out of frustration
or excitement or experimentation
or boredom

We must endure the knowledge
Of 100 Bleak yesterdays 

It could go on like this forever
the articulation of my spine
the knobs and ridges
An embedded shard of Siberian Pine

We must endure the knowledge
of the infinite brownout
The yellowed deposits of aged teeth
Sagging left and right
Heads tilted, eyes cornered


___________


These feet are the feet
I had a few years ago
Anyway

These lungs are smaller than you may think
Wide-spread hand across
Your breastbone goes half the distance
Up and Down
More than half the way across
And there's a weightlessness
To all of this

I wake up sobbing every few minutes
And then fall back into fitful sleep
The pillow cast wet
My skin warm
And glowing beneath the sheets


__________

The whole thing fell apart
The moment we broke up our home
And divided our belongings to their original owners
and went our separate ways


A few days after we dumped my mother's clothing
In a pile on a street corner
You called me, from the wedding
To say it hadn't worked out


______

An eye placed at the center of the back

Like nights of true and honest rage
Like a French Daydream

The eye placed neat and quiet at the center of the back

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