- Vol. 07
- Chapter 07
Portrait of A Grief
you can begin to carve it out of me:
I am rendered a scuff.
the big eyes canvas a plan to carry on
but they only mottle and rattle blankly
with my goatskin and rag cheeks
I gum my tubes together as they swell purple
I plug my guts as their sweat dries
I weld my mouth into a pin
I sear the crown of my head
my pig-tongue lashes gulp
my vulva squeaks
my ptosis warbles
my ears twitch their wonky symmetry
I am tunic’d, scratched, ossifying potentialities
their legs splayed for entombing
I shave them gone from the root
my cold follicles carry the rough dune
the soft tufts gnarl in between
I look into me and curl foetal
I sit tight and compress
my whole edifice shatters
the big eyes falter
they beg questions:
what else can I skin
what else can I bury
what else can I end