My heart is tabletop -
the rest of me is the filled-in border
of jigsaw pieces, hanging teeth
around a maw; the middle is missing.
I am also the beheading bluejay
slicing the tendons of greenery
that waver in the rain lens
imprinting on glass and shadow.
I wait on street corners
for specks of truth, beauty;
"That is all ye know on earth,
and all ye need to know" and all that.
But I have a quicksand heart -
step and drown.
Wreathes of blood shiver inside
in murderous curtains.
I vanish in front of you:
This world has no middle in it,
& what little remains is draining out,
teeth strewn in a garden.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 7:55 PM UTC
My heart is tabletop -
the rest of me is the filled-in border
of jigsaw pieces, hanging teeth
around a maw; the middle is missing.
I am also the beheading bluejay
slicing the tendons of greenery
that waver in the rain lens
imprinting on glass and shadow.
I wait on street corners
for specks of truth, beauty;
"That is all ye know on earth,
and all ye need to know" and all that.
But I have a quicksand heart -
step and drown.
Wreathes of blood shiver inside
in murderous curtains.
I vanish in front of you:
This world has no middle in it,
& what little remains is draining out,
teeth strewn in a garden.
