She's your morning read

The way she spreads across the table/ knows what she wants
caresses your forearm/ as you bring her close closer eyeing
where you find her own smell/ so romantic

The newspaper wants you/ to unfold her/ from the crease
ruffle her pages/out of order/ mess her contents/up

On the table/ take /your time now / a slow read
the inserts/ pull them/ out / lick & turn/ her over

And knees, use them, to stand

Through the porthole window of a ship I look
uncertain if I’m out or I’m in
Still I bend at the hip
wanting a certain woman to
shush these words / Take me
some other place

Also, rivers in my dreams I wake
wet with sweat, thirst / Back where
I started the night before
The horizon of her eyes

And always, that mountain in my mind / The distance
Feet to earth/ Put them down
And knees/ Use them/ To stand

So studious

All while breathing she wants you to make her move/ Bring your hands
up the dragging night/ train of that dress she wears/ She’s hard
to miss/ Beneath it naked/ All day crossing and uncrossing
her legs/ Those thoughts she has/ When it rains a lot/ The shape
of what she wants/ Wants to un cover how you taste

how she’ll school herself in each subject
of your body/ Your ears/ Your neck/ Breasts

Let’s begin she says/ In the north she’ll slow bird
head south/ Not too soon/ Where it’s wet/ And it’s warm

She’s slow to learn/ Very studious
She’ll get it/ If you give her time

SOS

SOS

Been too long /Might die/ Please kiss
Please touch/ Me soon
I need you to treat me improper

A woman’s hands and these here hips
Your hips and these here hands
Let’s let them pray /For fire

For you /This geiser bursting soon
How long /Till you come
For me will you ever say yes?

With my eyes I trace where you’ve been
Try to find you/ Each time you’ve just left
Your smell there/ I always miss you

Rapture

Rapture

As she freefalls into the canyon/ The dive
I can hear it thumping in her mouth
She who makes alive staying/ This place/ A little easier
My muscle between her teeth/ My wild/ My bloodclock
Keeps time now in the space of her

The limestone wall/ That rose its red stone wave
As I fell/ Gripped beneath incisors/ Shrinks to prayer's pose
As the Sun/ Her great wings fan
Rise high/ Where circles made
Inside her mouth/ Flick shadows across the dust

Slug-taught

From the slug outside my door/ The one that’s left
her iridescence in the light i learn/ Teacher of downward slow
Earthglide she without shell/ Antennae’d feeler
Her way blindly through/ Vibrations she slurps
up the rain/ Leaves stones for slow drinks
Along grains she’s time lost/ In dark travel
The past in rivers behind

How to Eat a Porkchop of Hurt

How to Eat a Porkchop of Hurt

Trim away fat anger, Cut bone off, Blot til napkin stix
Peel off, Plate of lonely, Serve, Centered sad. Knife to bits
Fork, Chew, Swallow.