the sky is keening
grief is heavy
and clings to me
i am humid and slow
my mother kisses me and there is desperation in her movements
i come up to the precipice
and cry a hymn
throwing it
against the vaster loneliness
that is pushing
its fingers
through my mouth
-
i bit
a hole in my
own skin
the walls and land
pilfer what leaks out
i cannot touch anything
for fear it will drag
too much from my body
at least
i will never forget
how i have travelled
-
i turn in the sunlight
blinded
arched against the warmth
joy glints sharp
draws as much blood
i am waiting
i am kept dull
barely open
the brush of a sound
will tear me from here