yuzublizzard

“Are you alone?”
“Wait, I’ll close the door.”

Early I rise to
Catch the bus to
Catch the plane,
Another plane and
Another. Then
The bus again.

Passing by is the swelling earth,
Earth exuding winter.
April is the cruellest month;
Here it is May. Snow lays
In patches. No lilacs.
No crocuses yet, but long yellow straws
Flow like hair, unkempt and dirty.
This water cleanses nothing.
A child, I borrowed scissors, cut
Empty faces in the mounds of grass.
Then soon tired. I left.

Hushed poptunes follow
Our tracing of the fjords.
Daylight illumines the evening.
All is brutally clear as time ceases.

I create as I speak: abra
A moment from mind, retrieve
The breath, an arm, redress
A skeleton in flesh which nourishes
Me as I undress.

I transgress as I speak: ka
Hear phrases like mantras, feel his weight,
His grip, plunge
My teeth in a thigh,
My head in the sand.
Enamel cracks on his pearly eye.
Dry, I repeat a name, his
Name, see him dwindle and

Disappear like this word: dabra

The gnashing of tectonic plates that
Separate is sulphorous, slow.
Stagnant periods of howling silence
Shut up when incinerating stones hit
The old familiar land. This is how
Nanometers are broken into miles
And miles of an Atlantic sea. By now
Only a hawk can see how perfectly
Her chin once fitted into the nook
Formed by his neck and firm shoulder.