FORMULA IN WHICH I AM NO LONGER A SUTURE
when I call out to morning
I see you have turned
your quick head
when I call to you
when in the air the desert
wherein the moon’s
gone backwards in the wash- ed out
teeth of your shining
to stop talk
shake muscle in muscle mind
connection
I told you
your brow is beaten
your body
is dying
trust the room
your mind unspiraling onto the floor
oh small irregular pain to take apart
I do not like to love
torn down
I walked and walked
took a nail out
your face a little little bright bone
association
with nothing to dry me back up
after
go stop come back take the real into body eat chew up good
was one way that quit
me
as in there
were multiple
the sound is a note low high
sweet gone
a way
to say
here once
two
lungs