your first femme should have
been chewed to you
frum tongue to tongue
but your mother mouthed her
gold
and
olive
and
curly
in sinks
with a nice white god's
too
and
but
and
only
you let your mikveh
well in you
caught all her caustic froth
you came into
permanent teeth deep is too shallow
an end and
but you'd hollow out with will
i saw them killing you
i
was every heavy cell
you couldn't scrub off
ive been the
bile you
couldnt reconcile its blessing
and telling flesh
all burnt on your breath
i can divine the drop when
you forget
miracles out the hole in your bottom lip
i dont remember the color of
the gown you wore
in the O.R.
only your
leaving there lighter
and the orange
of the
left and right buckets that
biohazard! contained me
which you'd insist
-it only is my tissue-
you take with you
it smelled like fried plague angel
when i died
hot
crispy skin and
double d
fat and
hair all bubbling up --
--here
your second femme was bent on being born
at the almost end during the fire
and also the fire.
she--i led you to this estuary
cause virtue
cant cantor in rotting water
and theres no low roof
waiting
for once
for you
to collapse.
the
halos that marked your temples
took ten years
and all my flesh to pass you over
listen, i don't miss it
my first word is the sizzle
your
each chest steak
makes as you throw them in this
wet sanctuary
my second one
traces your body magic
in the bottom ash
and into existing for you:
man handles
my magic
cold as stone and
just as sterile
to home a messiah
its always
in this lifetime
with them
every day
a
may we
ablate enough away
"Tomorrow,
and He[sic] will Deliver us”
no--
you know She,
leper mashiach
has always been festering here.
honor
your own lesions
and find Her weeping from you
my skin scars like proverbs
if i could open
it,
it would have told
you
you
can find comfort in your falling apart
let yourself crown the mold
by heart
enforce the
your crumbling walls
with
melted down scrap gold
the chambers will never stop collapsing
but youll never stop stopping
to, idle,
admire the way the rubble's sparkling
in the times a
doctors office
makes you stand still
feet on fire
you can daven in line
can pick
whatever scabs you want to
and make a nest of the
corner eugenics backs you into
honey,
clot
like you're
the slow sip
in the bottom of
a cup that wasn't hot enough
see,
this
fear
space
is under you,
is -- i swear-- just an inch or two
of air
and
nothing
your clubbed
holy
holy
holy
can't
part.
when you're the last
to cross a sea that doubts you
you'll feel
the same saline
you'll feel
you're made of it
and yes,
you're
seas of questions
and yes,
fear swims there
but
mostly
you are
made
yes
of hashem
and
each of light were
each bashert with
and
your body
and not
too
and not
but
and not
only.
there are no commandments
only visions
in my book
ive
been flooded by whole futures
been rolled across rampless
ocean floors
but no matter how
i tell it, your
and yes
finds you
a prophet
and though
it
is
salty
and scared,
it
always
carries you there.
been chewed to you
frum tongue to tongue
but your mother mouthed her
gold
and
olive
and
curly
in sinks
with a nice white god's
too
and
but
and
only
you let your mikveh
well in you
caught all her caustic froth
you came into
permanent teeth deep is too shallow
an end and
but you'd hollow out with will
i saw them killing you
i
was every heavy cell
you couldn't scrub off
ive been the
bile you
couldnt reconcile its blessing
and telling flesh
all burnt on your breath
i can divine the drop when
you forget
miracles out the hole in your bottom lip
i dont remember the color of
the gown you wore
in the O.R.
only your
leaving there lighter
and the orange
of the
left and right buckets that
biohazard! contained me
which you'd insist
-it only is my tissue-
you take with you
it smelled like fried plague angel
when i died
hot
crispy skin and
double d
fat and
hair all bubbling up --
--here
your second femme was bent on being born
at the almost end during the fire
and also the fire.
she--i led you to this estuary
cause virtue
cant cantor in rotting water
and theres no low roof
waiting
for once
for you
to collapse.
the
halos that marked your temples
took ten years
and all my flesh to pass you over
listen, i don't miss it
my first word is the sizzle
your
each chest steak
makes as you throw them in this
wet sanctuary
my second one
traces your body magic
in the bottom ash
and into existing for you:
man handles
my magic
cold as stone and
just as sterile
to home a messiah
its always
in this lifetime
with them
every day
a
may we
ablate enough away
"Tomorrow,
and He[sic] will Deliver us”
no--
you know She,
leper mashiach
has always been festering here.
honor
your own lesions
and find Her weeping from you
my skin scars like proverbs
if i could open
it,
it would have told
you
you
can find comfort in your falling apart
let yourself crown the mold
by heart
enforce the
your crumbling walls
with
melted down scrap gold
the chambers will never stop collapsing
but youll never stop stopping
to, idle,
admire the way the rubble's sparkling
in the times a
doctors office
makes you stand still
feet on fire
you can daven in line
can pick
whatever scabs you want to
and make a nest of the
corner eugenics backs you into
honey,
clot
like you're
the slow sip
in the bottom of
a cup that wasn't hot enough
see,
this
fear
space
is under you,
is -- i swear-- just an inch or two
of air
and
nothing
your clubbed
holy
holy
holy
can't
part.
when you're the last
to cross a sea that doubts you
you'll feel
the same saline
you'll feel
you're made of it
and yes,
you're
seas of questions
and yes,
fear swims there
but
mostly
you are
made
yes
of hashem
and
each of light were
each bashert with
and
your body
and not
too
and not
but
and not
only.
there are no commandments
only visions
in my book
ive
been flooded by whole futures
been rolled across rampless
ocean floors
but no matter how
i tell it, your
and yes
finds you
a prophet
and though
it
is
salty
and scared,
it
always
carries you there.