She is the ocean
and I’m not even a wave
but I am the sharks that rip and dart
through her body
making those places she treads
the most dangerous parts of the world
—-
The Evening Hybrids – Of Love and Hate
In Uncategorized on June 9, 2011 at 4:47 pmI had thought of him
their breath whispers in hints
he’s coming back
trembling, cross my legs
fingers along neck
I’m ready
he’s returning
the butcherman with his suitcase
full of salvation
steels in threes, trinity of attribution
bone dust scrapers grip
i clutch, nervous spasms on thighs
return
he’s returned
rib puller, size 36
I can’t breathe, quick and shallow
he’s come back for his return
stainless gambrel hanger in my back
I can’t move, leveled in his reach
he’s here
the weight of him
hind and forequarter hook, he’s inside me
no sound, just silence
the butcher cuts deep
carves the letters L and H
he’s back
with no forgiveness
vonburdens 