There is a parallel world of conversation that never ventures past our lips. The dialogue consists of taboos of interaction that would only clamber off our dry tongues with an awkward clang; confronting lumps in our throats that we swallow back for fear of breaching a social boundary line etched by formality. Some truths are better not dealt with frankly, and frankly, better left unsaid.
So he watches. Glances. Stares. His sensitive scalpel eyes gravitate to her with addicted appreciation, flick away again, slide back for more; detecting her barely evident subtleties with deft perception. The neglected fall of hair that begs to be brushed ba
My life is broken. I sleepwalk in circles,
measuring my failure to thrive
and counting lacunae that gape
aching in my chest, my appetites eaten
away by a malaise squirming
in my stomach, beneath my wilted lungs.
I was raised like a welt
and spoiled with band-aids.
Daddy Jekyll Father Hyde waltzes
one step forward two steps back
to the tune of break her wings one day
stretch her wings the next
and wonder why she limps and lags
behind the others.
My skin splits in hidden places
as I feign contortions of functioning,
while Im really handcuffed in the trunk
with my throat cut, listening to the traffic.
No one kn
Back then I remember
my blood raced with virgin hunger
and I thought in terms of seeds, dreams, and clowns
in costume cocoons.
He and I spoke of ourselves as two jesters
removed from the pack;
The curtain never closed
but roses piled at my feet,
and I danced in forests in a circle of seven.
As the world fades, my pupils are possessed
by magnified visions of all that was,
as I engrave the last two memorials
with names that are lost to me now
She and I wove our first worlds
that we lived in together,
twin mystics with ink-stained hands.
She and I painted in black and blue together
and spoke diamonds and pearls,
the
Bright stars
spinning round and round
we fall upon this moonlit path
laughters erupt
Wild chantings of the heart
expressed in rhythmic stomping
upon steel-clad earth
With sticks held high
we protest
with no words
Waking up
we become
as we speak things of worth
and shed unseen tears
from times that made us
Friendship warmth
we gather closely
in this ice world
and we are not afraid.