You ask what I want
as if we are in a doughnut store,
as if I could say: two glazed,
a chocolate old-fashioned,
or a jelly roll to go.
Always I am without words.
I move my mouth, say nothing.
What is this want?
It’s not like that, I say […]
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Three a.m. and this is crazy but I am full and crazy and I want words for Dylan asleep on cushions on the floor, rolling because it’s three a.m. and the lights are still on.
Dylan whose body is still whole after six years of world, who loves saunas and hot tubs and […]
I like hard bodies and soft bodies, full bodies and bony bodies, aggressive bodies and yielding bodies, pale bodies and dark bodies, direct bodies and coy bodies.
A body is so much all at once to see, to sense, to touch, to search for special places, an intricate cave January 21st, 2015 | Category: Poems | Leave a comment
I sit frozen on the couch, arm around her shoulders. It is time to take the Next Step but I am too afraid to move.
The seconds tick off my embarrassment, hang from my eyes like tears of lead, dragging me down, down. There is no way forward and no going back, […]
(1) Undoing the knots one by one like untangling an old pile of string. I want to be at home in my body again.
(2) I remember watching the film when the tears would not hold back. It was when the beautiful boy 14-year-old gymnast graceful as a swan […] |
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