What it's like to be Human in a Non- Human Form
soul
I went to bed muttering something
about God, or not a God, or a woman
an uncertain self-separation,
a soul in the arms of a sea — soul —
you swear among rivers and rivulets
that your body does not make
a sound but you wear me down
like an ethereal erosion
a numbness like warming your hands
after being outside for too long, but
a numbness, nonetheless –
you left me sad and high and
shapeless
an intruding soul floating from my head
to the hollow of my heel bone, and still
i binge and i binge and i binge
what’s it like to wash up
on your own shore?
what’s it like to be in love with everything so
cannibalistically?
you ate my heart out & you swore
there was a difference between
being on the rocks and rock bottom
body
what happens when october is over
and I am still slight, and you are still
and I am still crowding an area meant for
something less clumsy, something
more anything than me
I swallowed waves of charcoal in
a bitter black sickness and she held herself
up on a dusty canvas
a breathless barter I couldn’t trade
for anything – I don’t have
anything left
to give her