Me, Undone

I saw the devil last night She fucked me in cobalt blue  Dragged my body across the marble floor Pressed her thumbs into the tiny bird bones of my chest  and opened me. "Balance," she said.  Remember the dance of the light and the dark.  Stray too far from me, and I will break you. 

“Where does it hurt?” Luz asked.   “Here,” Chisa reached down and touched the bed next to her. “And where else?”   “Over here,”   she walked over and stroked the handle on the wooden dresser drawer   “And…”   Chisa unclipped the barrette from her cotton brown hair and fingered its bow.   Luz stood silently bouncing her eyes between the three places Chisa touched-had she asked the question incorrectly   or was it Chisa who failed to understand?   and then she realized suddenly that trauma   outsmarts its victim   lodged everywhere and nowhere at all.  

He revisits dislocated memory. Disjointed and fractured - seething and ready to be reconstructed again. In any way. It doesn’t care. It stumbles and gathers to its feet.   Now fully dislodged - it tells the story again. Not for truth. But for pleasure. It is dark. He tilts his head as they arrive untangled and bustling in the frame of the door. They slither over and pull up a chair next to him. And they begin their play.   Pulling and tugging - twisting and turning. Slow smile and glance over at their new feed. He darts his eyes across the room -  f ractions of seconds looped and blown open.   He clinches his fists tight -   digs his fingernails into his palms - his feet jerking violently off the floor. Teeth chattering like fractured bones. They are exacting. Each one taking what the last one left behind.   When they are done, his chair falls to the ground. Next to him, a puddle of coagulated blood. The taste of brine and metal in his...

We all have a drug on this densely packed plane soiled and stripped of our majestic selves benumbed walking universes limping by collapsed hogtied with thick plaited ropes and digital collars

And even if you never did such like Never again chased youthful folly naked crashing against the cool Delta with cherry blossoms spilling out of your mouth And even if you never for once more slow tongued love and its harsh and honeyed ways splitting yourself open on the altar of truth know with clear and cutting certainty that you matter you mattered at the daybreak of first breath Your life is the purpose.

My grandma would have let that boy in My grandma would have knelt and prayed for him   My grandma would have laid her hands over his head and left a blessing   And then he would have stood up   And put a bullet in her head  

two bodies   unclothed over-ripened   soft   easy to tear   tender to touch   dance naked   in the living room a sacred act the fire has hushed now turned to embers   it is the warm light in your eyes   that guide I do not ask more of you chide you to bend or sway to the crooks in my being I stand back   and absorb you for what you are a miracle I lean close to your left ear   and lend you my   dreams We lay down and press together   but do not enter having learned long ago   that our frames are not a means to an end   it is your mind   having grown deeper   and wider   I ready to pierce it opens up   And we   are young again