ars poetica with parallel dimensions
i must confess, this softness is often an endlesswell i fall into, the way a snake chases itself intoitself. on tamer days
i blame the fruit for their thick
ripening & not the small jealousies
endangeringthe honeybee; some days i cannot distinguishdesire from extinction – every love of mine demands blood-shed of a hunter
’s lineage; o exile my exile, that i could
unbloody our laced talons
& write them into metal
wings; that we could un-cauterize the crimson
sky & fly
into a sunset spilling blood that is not our own –that i could turn
2 mirrors in on themselves,unraveling those infinite & countable dimensions: somewhere, i pluck an apple & a parallel self suffers the expulsion, itself ancestry rippling across space, itself timeless; in this reality, i lose a country, for another Eden to blossom beneath a more forgiving stratosphere;
deem me; my disposition
i fang so hard it louds my smile, writes my cyanide
ducts into gentle rain; in truth,
the way infinity plus infinity is just infinity; forever
fails us
child’s fist
(of being); because i love him, he is everyone’s