And you see me
We watch each other
quizzically
Can words be windows
washerwomen, waisted high
wastes les laveuses
of bust and ruddy faces
aimed at the viewer
the buyer
they see you
too
(Those Painters we trap
breath in museums
to domesticate their feral arts
they trapped their subjects'
wastes as
kings (')=(of )
of do hearts for a glass o'f'arts
space beer they turned women into oily
things to be bought
to be for
ever
seen
un
deux
trois
cat
sank
Your whole life has come to this
Your whole life has come. To this.
Your whole life.
To this.
To. This?
This is your moment.
My moment is past
but These words
arrest me All Words Are Bastards
here
where I have been
for you I am I have died for your seeins
Like Christ on a Cracker
here you are
reading
poems
like
tarot decks. like recipes for soup. like assignments.
But tomorrow
you will carry me
a day closer
to your waiting grave
And who will write on that page
After they have lied
about your life
to all who come to hear
crying that they have lost you
could they see your light
even as you never gave them which of you was dead
your heart a billion years ago
that truest self and which of you was a new world
which I see
before me
which I invite
like a vampire
to suck my
meaning
which I hold
gentle
into your good
nicht
nicht
keine
wait
don't turn around
but
you too are seen
even now
even then
before
tomorrow
your words are making you
small
sharp
things
even shouted
they diminish you
is there a secret key
a hallelujah anyway
to open
your eyes will defenestrate your corazon
your legs are the window to your 'shole
your mind/never smelled like teen spirits
but your breath did. that time. you can never undo that.
you
will
never
be
free
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