I want to find a body; learn it like a map.
Bones, skin, veins – all leading to a midpoint,
with a laconic walk to the core on a trail nobody knows about.
The elegant curvature of clavicles pushing through skin
then a dutiful SNAP.
Common chunks of bone, hanging with meniscus and snapped nerves
like the blade of a butcher’s knife.
I want to name insects that I sight.
I want to drift on indifference, just so you look at me with your
letterbox slits of eyes and cat’s asshole of a mouth.
I want to scatter your stones on a pock-marked riverbed
where all you have is knots of bird shit for company.
cut down your teeth,
strip your skin of oil,
strap your ugly mouth so you stay silent forever.
sew your hands together so you cannot pray,
and when you try, your palms will breed blisters,
that will pulse and weep with your sour juice.
Like the cutting of a quick,
you will be a blood filled gap
where something important used to be.