the strange, still body.
Veil, shroud, shred.
Scratch of fabric
Drape the mirrors
so you cannot see
so form disappears.
Pain of plain
Your eyes closed.
(My eyes closed.)
Cool cheek down
on the sheet (page),
color of a blizzard.
You will end all
of your days here
(I will end all
of my days here)
in this blinding god-
I used to live inside my father
now I live inside the (fragile) air
My head shifts too quickly quakes
against its thinking about shadows
My hand appears three times in various grisaille
(meaning pale blue sails and my shit-poor French)
When my father died my body fell
inside me, a crush of concrete
days of dust and buckling,
And then came a turn, an inverse
pure paranoid balloon
I was flying up unmoored, unhooked
abandoned by gravity
flying up in my ice dress, ice skin
Breath of a corpse death sliding between
blood and flesh and flesh and wind
(nothing held me here)
Ice moon, a cheap dime in the sky
I touched its shiny fear