25.8.19

brin


want to hug the universe now
and wrap it in my arms
bring it into me
those people i loved
that i knew to the core

or even briefly
the ones i threw away
that fucked me up  
the ones with bigger plans

i caught a corner glance.
thank you
it was proper, that,
just exactly when things got empty
when words stopped working
there you were
to wipe it off
i kissed you
your tongue into my mouth
covertly
you wondered
does he know?
curled into your own world
nothing enters here
without dragging into the orbit
of moons,
debris
spit creeping into the night

waking up
each time, somehow new.

an
assembly of tissues
patch them together
each carry marks
signatures in organelle
unlikely, raw, coiling
membranes undulate Hz
snake through reefs
to rouse you

7.1.19

horrible metaphor



i want you like a horrible metaphor
to come to me at a still moment
other things peaceful & left alone
breathing in nothing
you come clinging
on the fingers
like scotch tape
like curing glue
milky
like dough
body like laundry fresh from the dryer
crease of the eye in heavy sleep
adhesions of the intestine
lips after silence
a membrane of skin
you touch me
you say baby