here is my shoulder. i hand you
this message. hold me in
comfort. see me through these
damn sad days. be my body
and take me for where i’ve been, all i have. all
but shaking shoulders and this piece of paper
and the promise to love through suffer with trembling
fingers writing furiously in an upward spiral into uncertain voids
outside of infinity’s collapsable fold. rough and
unfurling facade; hand me hope like stick
hanging from mouth of hound
half—licked. trust stalled out back on
the freeway. engine rev pulled hard, blew gasket
trying. engine go dead; the brownstone was
under construction again so there was that and no
money for towing the car. but back at the house the ripping up
of carpet ages old was happening: the floor the times the dead weight of
myopia falling out the window into a freight trash
receptacle, all going. the difference between then til
now. right from under big toe, roads go fast with
lifetimes to go. felt the earth move under
my feet. this moving meditation of astrality
specific types of mysticism. branded upon lower back:
empathy forever going upward is what she read. downward
wax drips from wells ancestral edge; edge soft like
cheekbone, popping out like cute like
broken every time you smile as
you roll over onto your shoulder
into morning lights promise. like strawberry rhubarb
jam over burnt toast. the butter of mother’s kiss;
the bass of heart.