I want
to try and explain,
my condition …
explain myself
without resorting to
to repetition
petition.
Okay, I had one, two, three
two, two, three, three, two, three, God,
too many.
Weight.
This is harder than I …
thoughts are dis-
jointed. Or, perhaps, double
jointed
bending like humidified elbow pasta
… a circus. I’ve somersaulted and
I’m over
salted.
Understand, I can’t help it. Sucking
sounds, sickening sounds
control my …
Back up, back up. This is my
problem. Ok.
I took a leap because
I want you
to hate me. I am
the belated “Happy Birthday,”
the beloved blanket
that warms as your breath warms,
warming the folds of our myth, our memories.
I leave your feet cold. Stop touching me.
Reciprocity is not the silent killer. I am.
I warned you.
Wait, I was trying to tell you,
promise you … dot, dot, dot …
this is my last 1(won).
© 2002
