Wednesday, October 4, 2023

(Pleasure) Poem 1


must be

systemless

the circuit itself tired 

a sound sculptural shell


who am I? to love

the mountain hanging over me


to drink its snow


she says deserve  dear god,

 

as long as i’m evicted from myself

make me a silver ray of light


make me finish the body scan

make it all right side out


quitting the whole time til thighs


my nerves as pants no socks 

mocked by the waterfalls I lay 

on you in easy gratitude for your 

bones, hold your feet 

in my hands