Dear
Cut/Throat,
Let us not façade
fall loosely waiting
with a very slow
fall loosely waiting
with a very slow
and easy motion
the contents of the
poem the dish of
the contents of the
poem the dish of
fruit rotting in the
pantry carelessness
which I have compared
pantry carelessness
which I have compared
to a flat glass dish
in the bare blue skies
a woman’s gesture
in the bare blue skies
a woman’s gesture
the contents of the
poem broken ice
still carving new lips
poem broken ice
still carving new lips
but even the chips
find you on the page
astonished stammer
find you on the page
astonished stammer
and they look crushed here
as your tight lashes
the sun wet with dreams
slowly
feeding aas your tight lashes
the sun wet with dreams
delirious speech
to a taut barbed tongue