Transoms/Terrors/Mirrors

I hung the mirror on the wall not caring for alignment because like everything else in this house is temporary. And at the end of it all, I find me becoming more quick in deciding which shoes to keep, which to let fall where they do. The spider that built its web near my bed has been given amnesty with lockjaw amongst the other webs of confrontations and concessions. The spider is not a threat, but a benefactor. I’ve seen it so in the mirror while I sleep.

Esperanza

Although I may never understand this instinct
that keeps me out of those eyes
I was breathing intuitive religion of an Arabian horse
galloping all vague, big breath
and focusless eyes
stranger figure still in the wind, totemic
hurrying past these frozen tombs of lovelost
but tonight
I will stop
I will settle for the
gaping truth for the
crop circles I drew
in the blonde ashes from the tombs
in your hair while you slept

Hermoso niño: Esto está acerca de usted

1. Last year
you said
"I can't stand
Winter,
Goodbye"

2. and boarded your plane for the sun
that's right you try to find your way back
but in your absence, I burned away
all the snow until alone I stood
with all my scattered pieces, whole

3. The hand-knit of so far so short
threadings of you and I

now that somewhere
in the stars there,

favors hang and I

am unconscious to myself,

unconscious to the him-of-him
only conscious to what
has yet to unravel
from me

4. Nightblind, we peer, survey the azimuth for spectres of love with more watch than widows counting stitches with their hands while the waves are lapping seaside in their eyes wide-open.

But for us, we are newsboys, in bars, on street-corners, headlining frustrations while slobbering over bar glass. For you, there is always someone to dole out devotion. Lick your fingers, regroup and rechoose your resources all before the sun can wash the shore to reveal what the waves have already made clear: they could never leave a mark on me.

The Antiphon of You: Restoration for former silences

1. I file sweaters from yesterday in the [next]morning much like I file you in my closet of bodies sketched but never spilling. In twenty hours of sleep, I awake with this heart being the last to feel plastered or flaked upon because it’s new coat is the only thing I know how to wear today.
   
   
2. My love,
   
   
3. I was
   
   
4. a wave.
   
   
5. I am not sure what I was willing to give
6. not that time or physics would even
7. let them matter in getting what I want;
8. knotted, masked & smudged by
9. what or whom I do not need.
   
   
   
   
10. This wave is
11. Still and slow and thick and
12. heading outward with no gradient
13. until they reference it with
    
14. the color, the incline and affect
15. stitched and splashed
    
16. upon axis
17. of globes
18. in academia.