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I missed your voice, once upon a time.Echoes perched on vulture's wings, glazed beaks
mirror milky bones, and the west wind,
whistling, traveled through bleeding valleys.
Your head was resting on a royal
spear, your tongue no longer spoke. Once, if
I can remember, it tied for me
clever knots of pretty words: a quilt.
(I kept it on my silken breast, you
know, later buried in my ribs.) I want
to spin a robe for you as well: as
new as newborn dawn. One day it will
grow a beard, and knock on your empty
skull. The echo will silence her loud
screams, and shall arise from vulture's wings.
She will hold a needle to her throat,
and she will make pretty quilts for me.
was it them that said, i do?Let's go on tightrope walks.
Cross-eyed stars, played with string and oiled fruit.
With greasy fingers, they touched blue suns:
(Young mothers that nurse orbits,
milk lacking gravity and taste,
robbed of dwarfish years.)
Of course then... perhaps he forgot;
soon to be a wife, shackles on ring fingers,
minds on flecked bosoms.
Necks can break, their thin fibers,
woven into skin,
where moons tickle royal pores,
and never wonder why.
-40doors close behind curved spines,
poisoning hunched figures as if bones were made of mercury.
clicks of locks mimicked, tongues falling against gums.
eyes roll, pupils constrict. (we don't want you here)
they are closing the curtains to their secrets,
tiny hands pull on their eyelashes, rolling down the weary eyelids,
(shoo, shoo) they wave from the inside,
as if a bat has beat its wings against the paper door.
(we don't want you here)
hunching spines sigh, and creak.
(each movement is an earthquake)
chairs squeal as the wheels hoist, twirling.
doors close behind curved spines. (bones are mercury)
Aquariusi would rather drown myself
than love what i must lose,
and have you steal my breath
than live a thousand years
without ever breathing.
i could drown in uncertainty
before i ever admitted to love,
if it kept you within shore;
and i would die under the moon
before the tide took me out too far.
i should drown myself
in a seabed of shells and mirrors;
but you would carry the sea to me
to perform your rite if need be.
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