
learning to swima shudder in me like the rattle of an abacus, gagging from the tentacles of recall,
of body parts never used for their intent and purpose, choking on the anguish of smoke
meant for the purification, to shed all I know, in a solitude I can no longer deny,
throwing my breath, suturing shut the way back to the last thing I saw or thought or said-
there are nights when my tongue becomes a sea cucumber, and I forget to breathe
when it's time, will I remember in the ruin of my reflections that I used to breathe underwater,
to discover that it was always little else, and do I want to know;
the current takes me where the river bends, perhaps t learning to swim by `jade-pandora
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