11 April 2010

Old Buildings

Face locked in a permanent hrmph,
whole body has unbodily contours

like hump above the pecs and
nearer the sternum as if

the heart is on the outside.

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Slower than anyone has ever spoken.

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Irma Sosa, my collar bones are aching.

There is a old notion of
skeletons as old buildings

and everything that means.

Worried about My Place and Who I Am and How I Still Love You Too Much

As if this whole life
were about pendulousness

and clothing were about
covering the body

and the residue hung
just over the thing

and obscured that thing
but you knew of that thing anyway;

the shape, that has no other
name but probably

has an equation to represent it.


It is fucked
that I'm aligned with the stupid bitch

you broke up with
because she was so crazy.


It is raining.