midnights
spent committing
moon shapes to memory,
rehearsing the nicknames of lovers,
losing
the feel,
and imagining a laying
on of hands. midnights gone
the way of all
language
moonset
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3 goddesses
your hooped
genius gyrates
(an orbiting raven)
the fall is promised, but not the
harvest
your math
keeps me alive
inside my skin – can it
keep me alive outside of it?
how long?
your thought’s
of a quantum
computer, the shape of
a universe, an emergent
structure
I have 100 followers now, yay
i lack
nomenclature,
my stomach: an empty
well, and the holy spirit (♀)
guides me
Q and not Q
so close
to your gravity
i both am
and am not
a strobelight yang-yin,
a polarized
whirligig,
an infinitely-sided
coin flip:
so fatally close
to quarking up
into pieces of
raw nonsense
from the intensity
of your gravity
my mind un-monads
into zeroes
but no ones
sober
as an oiled knife
my consciousness cuts through
itself-itself ad absurdum:
no blood
Afterlife
In this afterlife
Where you buried me
The sun never quite
Rises over the trees
The birdsong’s all backwards
And animals are not shy
This oblivion is yours
So it has your style
(Mostly bare, that is,
Due to your atheism)
Through an interdimensional
Limn I can observe you
Laughing. Can you see my
Ghostly face across your
Mind’s eye where I lie
In this forgetful place?
Under the soft
Unfurling ferns
Where fireflies float by
And stars drift slowly
From the weeping sky
I wait like a violin
Here, I can still die
In this afterlife
You have fashioned for me
So I haunt up the memory
Of me by placing stones
In circles
the fey
the doe
startles off
to the sanctuary
of an old february
and the sorceress
unshuffles her card deck
with a soft ploink
the sun drops
into the river like a water droplet
without so much
as a sizzle
the village need never know
the shaman takes in
the sacred flower
even on thursdays
the sphinx has forgotten
the answer to its riddle
now it eats when hungry
instead of by some code
the reverberating moon
rewinds its purebeams
and sends them down
again and forever, in the fey
Repression
How long have I chewed herbs,
Trying to forget you?
What was once a music inside me
Is now only my heartbeat
Your face ripples –
A reflection on the Lethe
The arpeggio of your laughter
Looped like a wormhole in my memory
How many suns did I reject
After dreaming of you?
What was once a heartbeat inside me
Is now only a muscle contracting
Your face is an amalgam
Of other portraits now
The decrescendo of your sigh
Cut in half like an earthworm in my memory
How many moons will I pocket
Trying to white you out?
Misunderstanding
you were pulling
a wasp’s sting out of my back
after our fight
you were playing doctor
and i was patient
the wasp was scared
and i could feel you pulling
the hot sting out of the wasp, too
kissing the reddened skin
and saying gently, “don’t jerk”
and i could feel the release
of a thousand and one
wasp stings pulled from the frightened world
by your sad fingers
and tired eyes
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