sorry

you know

what i am looking for

the wild words that hold me

when others do not

the dripping down my leg from a little life

lived

the deep hungry earth decomposing

in the thrust of another season

that thing that was there

before love was all there was

those thick words wet with the use

of another’s mouth

but a freshness in yours

the space between the clouds

when the evaporating complaints

of a cold shower come again

rent

to feel like i own a thing beyond

this beyond

to see my body as my own

as a ceaseless street

as the thousand of worlds that will never meet

but are raw and roaring and restlessly rattling against

this still being

the words of the unknown unknowing itself when found out

from underneath a universe composed of blankets and pillows

and the bony parts of you that wear

close enough to the skin

that they could bleed it all out

but do not

for what would you say

then