“Evening of a day in early March, / you are like the smell of drains / in a restaurant where pate maison / is a slab of cold meat loaf / damp and wooly. You lack charm.” James Schuyler
verbing hot
and heavy
like a
lover's
wet mouth
after dark
n u
my mirror body itself
comes
separated
skin from skin from skin from
skin
torn from skin
like peeling paint
from skin from
skin from skin from skin
from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin
from skin ripped from a
turtle's
shell
yr mirror
body
itself
comes
paint
from a turtle
shell
the
shell fear
is blood hard
is that
i peeling separates
skin from skin from his liquid from
from skin from a turtle's shell
the
mirror yr mouth
after
dark
n u fear
the blood is
blood coming
comes hot
and
heavy has come
like peeling paint
from a
turtle's
shell
the illness
like paint-like
skin from a
turtle's shell
the
shell
peels
separating
skin
from
skin from a turtle's shell
