plosive wind
barbiturate winter
redbridge for nameless
calligraphed
creatures
animus after animus
antiquates
& anastrophe
ungraving the cosmos
of its soft
ghosted night
breathless wind
oleander
& zinfandel
/ the arguments of angiosperms rehearsing
their rivered rhythms /
converged the disunited light
i earthed my desire
beneath me
only for grass
to grow my silhouette
language a ghost
of cloaked clothing
so that to see my spirit
one saw
static
thieving
the empty expanse
& words
a flock of wings
openmouthed
between sound
and its capture
and what to call that but time
passing through its architectures?
had i not brought my vernacular lost
i would not
have entered
my tongue even willing me
onward
past
the broken frames enclosing me
an ensouled voice
lending truth
to truism
/ here, heal /
an oceanswept rain
pacifying the plural
permeable embers
puncturing my solitary
unintentioned attention to
come home
hunger called me
so i came
spewed my riches & when
i saw what made a body longed for
/ conquered /
stored citizens
inside me
& retched them from my inventoried abscesses
and who to tell me food doesn’t make one warm?
i
ate so much i forgot i was full
ate so much i grew my words
to my mouth
so much to give me form but the city was only spirits
and how else to say nobody wanted me
and what to call that but language?
the way the body keeps one safe
is more complicated
than hunger
the way hunger fails
when held to words
vaster
than feasting
how to hold my body open
but to follow anything with shape
/
to attach unvoiced hollow
to weight?
Something solid tells me
take courage
to hold
my hands in view
of sunset /
does it striate me? / no name
without mouthings
/ no face
without presence /
to speak i say make form /
to hold / stay awake