Is it bad when another person sleeps around your back?
Temporarily,
we are,
too peopled to be had.
I stretch out to make myself a big unraveling tourniquet! I stretch out to become the shadow of my shadow careened!
Didn’t time sound sweet when the bee slept on the berry? It made me wonder how I cease halving and being halved.
I press my hands apart and show you how they come back together.
I am born potential for companionship, I know by pulling parallel lines.
Now trap God in surrogates. Now become limp. Now dance with limping motions.
One has to be careful not to break any bones.
I put fingers in one’s mouth to take back my organs.
Not Not ideals.
We hold together.
We leave space.
I am in love in the bath lapping up well water.
We become perverts aging at wrong different moments.
Alive enough and unavoidable speechless interludes. I think of your eyes.
Partial, just enough overlap to make the inter-natal space.
The third body delivers a cold soundless moment.
I’m crawling like a baby and making up half my name. I’ve never felt less brutal than I do right now.
What I want is for the end to be
the beginning and for the beginning
to be holding and seeing being held
stripped back to beginning, again.
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from The Almond–published by 1080 Press.
I’m not actually sure where you can buy this chapbook….. I got mine at Fungus Books in Pittsburgh…..
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By Theadora Walsh 👍
THE ALMOND (Excerpt)
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