Untitled (for Phil)
The body follows the head like an echo
and somewhere over there I reached you
like a safe and sacred ground they'd
die for
body pulling all its weight and force
in a birth
you'd know from blue eyes like yours
or yellow jaundice because I'm not well
body up through the head pushing
membranes of
my pink gums up high in distant and
biting clouds
shoulders stuck in my ears hearing
muscle of the heart
pounding there through pain of hips
framing the eyes
gone black as lungs in the hole of the
mouth caged
dripping vagina or ass that easily slip
through the throat
and from the ankles that knead the
tongue
I spoke all of this trying to fly
you over there hearing it rise
words lower than the gut
throwing the body up bursting scalp
legs closing the gap you have mouthed
every little piece you heard pierce
before even a single star
s.m.g.
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