Infidelity
It’s lust what teaches me
(when it looked
like love had irises
like love had fingertips
and yes a mouth
oh a mouth and tongue
and blood and vein
touch)
what comes undone when
(too late to button
or zip up--the hip has
her own way--curvy)thin
as a chase lounge
before salt yes mostly
salt and a little flush
of blood)
just before sun comes sidling
(she’ll reveal the stocking
shed like snakes shed
and easier now he knows
with that one hooked
thumb slipped in,
drawn down and off
left breathless empty)
and lights on the most revealing
(though most eyes might
because they scan and make
proof too quick and assume
they’re savvy to it all the
infidelity) (yes! miss it!
entirely!:
the near empty box of loose
tea--the tray--a hotpot kettle--
two spoons--full (sour) creamer--full (caked)
sugar bowl--as though doing it
black doing it bitter
(but or because? you tell me.
you tell me who you know I bet you know
the cooked
tin foil
the needle Jesus
must’ve I mean
that eye
flaccid flat humped
camel imagine:
this room a desert she’s lost
and the sand
and her companion
split
and no coat listen I want to know
do the heatstroked lost go
out there naked
the way the hypo
thermic do
who strip burning to their bare skin
and expose to what’s really 20 below?
but fever! but glee! but eventually black fingers
nose and toes
It’s lust that teaches me to be unyielding
It’s love that teaches me
(because that was my mother’s last room
of consciousness)
cover what’s naked with the blanket
of my own skin
warm it alive again press it
blue as it is or black
to my lips breathe warm on it
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make the bone weigh more
than her
dying.
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