this is what she does
I write on you; write in you with sharp quills that dig deep into organs unspecified and leave forceful rhetoric penetrated in faded browns. I don’t understand why the ocean reminds me of your hands or why the burning on my back feels so cogent when it rains.
Teresa used to say that when shedding is necessary and extravagant colors become a thing of the past, they’ll understand that not all cats are females and that a spud is an unattractive term for a baked potato. In 1992, the pure anatomic structure of felines and canines provided prepubescent minds with room to conjugate inaccurate hypotheses relating to fauna. I wish I’d been lucid in those years, or enough to conjugate you blind.
Sometimes it’s a bit disconcerting when I dissect myself in front of you. Tangled flesh, vertebrae, and pulsating obscurities intact while you merely trace the lining with your phalanges. Remember when we met, and there were frames covered in melted elephant tusks and golden rhinoceros hooves? You said you’d never seen a more resplendent display of animosity. There were times when your hair would seize the light in the shadows and save the seconds for later. I always wondered how you knew just how to mold king sized permanent markers into poets, but I guess it doesn’t matter, as long as those eyes still lay prisoners in mine and sands of fractured cartilage and wounded knees enter us.
Teresa used to say that when shedding is necessary and extravagant colors become a thing of the past, they’ll understand that not all cats are females and that a spud is an unattractive term for a baked potato. In 1992, the pure anatomic structure of felines and canines provided prepubescent minds with room to conjugate inaccurate hypotheses relating to fauna. I wish I’d been lucid in those years, or enough to conjugate you blind.
Sometimes it’s a bit disconcerting when I dissect myself in front of you. Tangled flesh, vertebrae, and pulsating obscurities intact while you merely trace the lining with your phalanges. Remember when we met, and there were frames covered in melted elephant tusks and golden rhinoceros hooves? You said you’d never seen a more resplendent display of animosity. There were times when your hair would seize the light in the shadows and save the seconds for later. I always wondered how you knew just how to mold king sized permanent markers into poets, but I guess it doesn’t matter, as long as those eyes still lay prisoners in mine and sands of fractured cartilage and wounded knees enter us.