LACERATIONS





this is the sill
of scandalized
language
which is also
my blood
shed
& poured
at river’s mouth.
it cannot
be measured
nor encircled
in motherless
institutional life
where streets
start over
& the vestige
of a dream
warms
the earth.
almost-
death begins
in the womb
body
of stars
cluttering
one
daylong
purgatory,
a nothingness
retraced
in violent
footsteps
heard
before
the door.
i am
my mother
which is also
death. coldness
lack of a better
golden absence,
heavy, sacred
essence,
the way i desire
another. waves
splitting
i desire
constantly
a second death.