if the woman .if the woman
If the woman is a stone bury her in blue water, If the woman is a knife rub her til she's sharp.
His voice is a rattle at the bottom of a tin cup. His arms are spurs, and rusted
where metal pinches leather.
He shakes like a drum in firelight with the last fist still fresh on his back:
ama sa'ni
mice and men.mice and men
beyond the wave-break days I could not stand the pyramid of shoes, and treated key holes in locked doors as bone keys on an upright: a frantic surprise, a brave horn,
the whip snap of a mouse trap
when the brass knob turns my face unfolds. when they bent my father's head back, I still remember the laughter as his own, caught in the air before the spine struck lightning on sky flesh.
he had held my ear the way they peeled back his lips to unearth gold, &n
the hard year.the hard year
in the hard year the house was a bruise- blood clotting and pregnant beneath the wood.
the rooms held darkness longer than light
and smelled of life in reverse- our young bodies bent, but tight as clothes-pins.
the flowers in the yard were firecrackers and more than once I slept in a weed jungle, fingers stripped cables, wrapped in chicken wire boxing gloves.
in the hard year, you hit like your father and I climbed stairs
without making a sound.
winter song.winter song
I paid for you in silver dollars, rabbit bones, and snail shells. Beneath the flannel crush,
a twining of lash fingers, I weight you with catamount claws,
I bury you in firewarmed stone You are mine,
and I eat you with moth mouth and spin you to silk.
When the winter stripped aspen bark and the elk starved til their hooves were too light to keep them tethered- I carved the shape of a palm beneath the doorwood and you tied three husk dolls to the tallest sapling.
We were a bowl, carved hollow and narrow as pine needles and
Construct From Wind an OrchidA dollar fifty bought us candy, sprung in mouths without a thought and just a grin to skip along with, happy hands to clutch and sun to flush our skin. It wasn't long, that walk through city blocks although it took our talk from start to finish, back again,Construct From Wind an Orchid
with giants hulking, arching up as though dragoons at which a thought would cross your mind: "Imprison us," you'd say to glass and guards who'd, in alarm, back off a bit. A flight of shadows from us lifts our chins to sparrow songs and pass along in bliss across an artificial park of rock, of iron, hot now with c
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A thumping sound, then nothingness.
That's when I come in, that's when I visit.
Something should be broken, right? There in nothingness, enter chaos and eat me
Thanks so much, we'll see you around!
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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As I fall, and you turn away.
You walk down corridors miles away from heart.
As I breathe, as I surrender...
I hear the sound of whispering.
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