Promise Only of Eyes.

DINING rooms; TOMBS

POEM Promise Only of Eyes sweating in the dining room: small water makes a run for it under the breast down the belly: breast a sign: belly where you still are: though still: unformed: yes, I say, and it rises in me like nausea: you were alive: good God: the train's wrecked: where is that joy unmixed with sorrow: last night I touched your father's arm in bed: skin so like the underbelly of a calf, tawny, smooth: it is strange to be alive: outliers: all of us: the blighted ovum: chemical whosit, whatsit: dead on the doorstep: gooseflesh, baby: back to unlimited cups of coffee: winnowed down to one: I would have shown you how blinds bend down against days like this: the dining room darker for it: little un-eyed: promise only of eyes: what you could have seen: light by the narrow path pressed against the wall in a shape made by shadow: you would have learned the many meanings of photons creeping across the sky, darling: sky darling: I am speaking to a ghost: blighted: perfect: you never did open your mouth: never got mired in this mess: flickered, flick: my body shook around you: tombed you: I hold you now (in the hours before blood) while you do what only the dead can do:. [Extracted from the article]

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