1.
What have you wrote upon my skin,
that floor joist where heaps crossed?
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The surroundings you flung lie all about,
the disorder of my missing waist
four-quartered - and nevertheless I lied,
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I met your blade, you did me in.
Your knife's suntanned maintain has staked this room
for all I've done, or not -
where you've reached, deposits muck you -
a cuff limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:
and I am let wherever craving holed me,
from descriptor to stern set all about,
locked into departure as to this room
where immobile I lie, unreasoned.
Buckled now by ripping's malodorous meat,
you'll simply evaporate -
yet I'll not be loosed from the bone
till antemeridian comes, and finds me through with.
2.
Where you've bypassed, that's the end game:
I status undivided facts to get the absent right,
to systematise wherever cracks aren't papered shut.
It's a system, laid in a cellar, it has self-reference.
We can attitude ourselves, hazard is what's titled -
measured in the stewed deeds, anointed
and measured in the palate where the horror sounds.
What's been coming? What has the chest
and the inert humour served to create,
this boney tourniquet, this old lid
closed on a growth maw? We divide and
bluntly gob out artifice, we rub seam on seam,
tighten ends and wrapper the shuttered game equipment animate.
Creeping here we have the cheek / to division.
3.
It ran the physical property of all the life you'd had
the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,
deboned you, sheared your features and plugged
the misplaced aperture that caused your bosom to spring.
They moved out their mark - viii inches and a part
of you embossed, discoloured, smartly scarred
between your breasts where on earth all who could, could see -
yet you'd not change, would head off it be.
A cloven is what divides us in our lives
in contradictory ways, and what is full-length survives
reduction to the scars we scarcely own -
these tousled parts, abraded points that mark the day
the waters rose, and did not accept away
but burnished us instead, until we shone.
4.
palate cut
shin-bone barked
wrist drip-limned
finger burnt
knuckle gouged
axilla line
eyebrow flecked
kneecap drained
thumb flesh scorched
nose-bridge bust
thigh dog-bit
elbow knocked
ankle chipped
wristbone slashed
coccyx jarred
forehead caught
I nod off awake
and breakthrough it in
the darker parts
the sopping trace
a bosom maligned
or misaligned
a extraterrestrial cleared out
to ingestion its last
in agony
and in best faith
the angles left
abashed, preserved
the flesh care leaves
in you, the urge
abroad at past -
thin want's overflowing.
5.
A thorn-bright hook where you'd crept in
had dragged my gut up through with my mouth
& covered you to the fault
I crane you from. A standard slip,
and yet I hauled you finished the parts
where I hungered, attenuate myself
& worn the stick I frailed you with -
you ran me off,
you prised the rot out from the gum.
The come into flower of the deficiency of you had spread
throughout the heart-hung secret -
I skinned and worn your traces where
they treated - a club for a scalpel
and the thump of a hide-bound hammer
were all it took to seal off the tripe
I saved in me. The component was torched,
and I stood for a while to warm my hands
on all the blare and rage.
When body burns, the bone physical object -
a structured chip in the ash
is pestled tricky but motionless silt.
The urn holds boney until the end -
but now I've shucked you from my own
there's no amount of grinding
that's to lift - what's through with is done,
the wen of you faded to nought,
your pulsing overnight dry below my features.
6.
My mouth's gum-arch and pivot knot
has had me gagged;
the din transmuted and replaced
or curved at the palate's line,
hawking intention while it gutted me
in the places where my will was in mob.
Who's not diminished by a loss
becomes its receiver - rendered trace it yet remains,
reshapes, appends.
Scarred wherever wounds have been closed,
we do not survive from hand to mouth
but catch the attention of on what has been since -
they seamed me up, and wherever they stitched
they ready-made me unharmed. A clotted mass
I tongued and tongued,
a unsmooth fibre that reached to books,
that reached out of the extremity & mouth
to human learning, quality gain,
and what it changed, it left-hand the aforesaid.
It's this I lurch on recounting
what I request of my history -
for all the time I discern and feel,
I'm ready-made of what they learned:
I am ready-made of research.
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