Saturday, June 01, 2013

TWO MOTHS

(SOMEWHAT INSPIRED BY ELIZABETH BISHOP'S "MAN-MOTH" AFTER AN INCIDENT IN THE SHOWER)


We are stuck to the bathtub's sides and the flood keeps coming.
Everything that should be white is yellow, sallow
Toenails of the boy who stands watching our panic.

No, we are still white, as the candle you dreamed to circle, the one
You saw from across the alley and threw yourself to, the one
I screamed DOES NOT EXIST but I threw myself, too.

Because the second I wavered and watched you flitting,
Something screamed inside YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN
ALIVE. And now here I find you and I, alive but slowly beating.

Time is retreating and our dust is compromised. The moon
Won’t see us through this, the crystal ember that once whispered,
I AM ALWAYS HERE. LIKE A GOD, FOLLOW ONLY ME. 

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