As body begins at the end, mind grows, hurt, body finally! thinking she’s making her escape and oh I, I cry tears of happiness for her escape, that gentle pristine marble tumbling toward death. A new lease on life, as they say. Or, more accurately, a book of commas going on and on and on and on— the need grinding teeth in the dark for two hundred and fifty pounds of force to crack the walnut— with this tendon, with this gravestone bone,
memory hums in the cell of the swamp, chewy, knitted, fiber formed, taste and lolled in my mouth from cheek to cheek, heartfelt when the heart is empty. The balled up root. Kissing the king’s ring, begging penance, I do it naked, penance, or praise; say what you mean, the distance is loud enough. My sweet tooth balloons, yelping slyly. Who is who and blood thirsty, a taste for
do the bad thing twice. Feel, chewy ribboned caramel turning on the wheel; my jaw unhinges, swinging, deeply deeply yearn; stuck tooth to tooth till death do us; you tell me, is this the right time? Under this full moon? Mind swings shut. Bones they stutter ruddered blind-white. Kiss me! demands the shark. And oh the tenderness in his empty-black, those welled eyes, I toss all my coins into them just to hear the clatter chitter chatter— it’s what I need to silence mind. To say hello to the Giant, golden silence glistening in the belly of gut, shark, Giant, me. The distance that is neither you nor I. The gut that cannot be contained. I kiss his ring. Kneeled before. From princess pea to beheaded queen, of praise or penance
In the center I feel the pull that Donnie always talked about. You know how I know? It’s the same thick oil pearl the Giant eats. I’ve seen his feasts. I get it, I'm transfixed. I used to mistake it for my second heartbeat, but no
it’s even better, like my body growing a second phallus, pulpy pod, body, she's free afterall