Letras
The knight starts
Her adversary-embraced by shadow, farouche, hiding under tables-deconstructs the fibers of a cocoon
She has a distinct impression of what's missing-the other dream from which she's always been kept
A gesture unmade. At her own pace-in time with her own incessant percussion
Wrapped in ribbon and twine-She discovers
There is a particular note to sing-deeply-letting it vibrate
The weary rasp and the color and the key lodged inside
Pushed out- dropped and left to fade, bleach, dehydrate, crumble, crack, and return to dust
The binding loosens
Camouflaged in dance, she advances
A tray of medium-moss and ash-prepared
A plot of cantaloupe Earth. That rich smell-crushed-fermenting
Further down: Black rock
Deeper: custard-impossibly hot-piped by the stars
Deeper: the plastic bag-and the hand that holds and
Melts-tightens to inject clay with fire
A rose descends, the hand from a puff of smoke
A cloud had-from nothing-condensed
The key is in the palm painted black
The image: a creaking door
They gasp as the futuristic thing attacks
To be remade into a storm-channeled.
Black steer horns come first-charging in slow motion
Seeing through her eye-with the knowing of many lives
At once
Download complete
A stream of buttermilk pancake batter spits on the griddle
Softened butter speckled with crumbs of toast barely holds its shape
The way the powdered sugar and the fat come together in the hot rolled-up bun-there's nothing like it
Big nothing riddled with bullet-hole stars
Pretty red
Music in my
Blood
Te quiero
It's been so
Long since
I've seen you
I believe I can
Keep waiting