Mind Like Letters.
my mind like letters
sits shelved and
quiet,
collecting dust,
degenerating,
dreaming
of the time it
will feel the rumble
of the cabinet
cracking open,
the sliver of light
passing over,
becoming active
from the hand
that selects
words
for conceiving
thought.
Untitled.
She is not one to say
what is on her mind
until I tell her-
place the words on her belly
and cover them with ink and sheets-
I press her,
she picks up some
but not all,
I press her
harder,
gently forcing
to sound out every letter.
Her translations quiver
at the edges
but are full of body-
I work her,
wear her,
re-ink her,
till she is vibrating,
breathing, rolling
my words from her
loosened tongue.
Untitled
I dream
for a moment
and my skin slides off
my muscles as they drop
away from my bones
as they loosen my joints
as my mind exceeds
my body and I
disappear through the thick
of my thoughts that trail
after a memory that covers
the land that arches out
over and back
into my body
and I feel that tiny burst
of relief as time lets go
and I fall free
and unfinished to tangle
with the leaves.