What is written here
Must never get out.
These poems are my laotang,
My vacillating,
Weather-beaten placenta.
With my blood,
With the fire in my belly,
My anemic pencil plows
Through beds of fallow ground.
Melancholy scars assist
Their own alphabets.
And I, a melody, a shriek,
A sheet of metal beaten.
The katydids sing
Outside my window
Twitching, impartial
To my nocturnal plight.
I drink lychee nectar
From a ravine, knees muddy
Skin so white
It shimmers in darkness.
–
I was a ghost once
And in your arms
I am again, slipping
Into your angles
Like a deadbolt fastening.
Oh how I love you
Your sentience and brevity,
The sight of your smile
Inching toward the wisp of mine.
My god we are perfect,
Absence has no cause to soften me
I have seen my purpose in you
As in no other, there is nothing else
To consider, there is only
This awareness and what a gift!
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