Pencil on a Black Page

[jiggygoat]

Let me tell you the story of how I don't know anything:

it's just that yesterday they held me at arms length
and then too close like I
was pencil diagrams drawn on a black page,
and then when I breathed,
see,
I could feel the press of parenthesis
trying to collapse my ribs.

when the morning came the sickness found me asleep with my
mouth open and it slipped inside for want
of somewhere warmer to be
like when I found you asleep with your mouth open
and slipped inside for want
of a warmer place to be.
it was just like that.

and everyday I must be tattooed again
and again worked into the flesh
of a construct where in I am
an aberration
and so I must be a needle wounding
meaning into society's white skin.

so that's how I don't know anything.