Thursday, May 27, 2010

Love with catastrophe

you are mangled

no mingled
no my words slip and recover

in enough time to refresh the nursing home

no not nursing home carnival lights
no the naked lady with a tattooed thumbnail

when I look straight at you
you slide sideways

no margins
no margin of error
your parallel universe

you are hanging from a hook over the bathmat

no a swan

your black beak a single eye

no I keep saying no I don't understand

help me to understand

no you can't
your mouth is disconnected from your stomach

such hunger is fathomless
such breadfruit
such understory

2 comments:

Radish King said...

I love your poems and I love this poem.
xo

beth coyote said...

Thanks, R.