I remembered a line - “filled with
a bitter nail bitten energy”
I called the
archivist for my grandmother. She
is unnerved by Ashberry’s line-
breaks. The alimentary canal is
another country. Skin is just skin
delicate, vain. A list: the name of
each woman i have admired, or
loved, or laid in my life. I’ve lost
sight of what it meant to achieve.
Just as I am
losing sight of what is
A full stomach, and what is a barrel
Of crude oil. You sink into wet turf,
you cower under clouds, a pan of
boiling sugar. Pathetic phallus.
I promised I’d write about
EMOTIONS.
But words are dangerous, and I’ve also made promises to look after myself.