The Language
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
Words
You are always
with me,
there is never
a separate
place. But if
in the twisted
place I
cannot speak,
not indulgence
or fear only,
but a tongue
rotten with what
it tastes—There is
a memory
of water, of
food, when hungry.
Some day
will not be
this one, then
to say
words like a
clear, fine
ash sifts,
like dust,
from nowhere.