Wednesday, March 23, 2016

learning lips

not over it
but more like the hooked foot of the sunflower, the instrument of suck and blight

not inside it
but searching from above the kitchen drawer for the favoured tarnished knife

not the lion tamer
but clutching the fringe as the wind strives to rip the crimson panties from the wash line

not Baruch perfecting the lens of Ethics
but Spinoza sowing splinters of glass to his lungs to magnify his sight

not the window
but the mirror

not the bridge toward
but the bridge both ways

not wood, not fire
but Helen touching water