SAMPLE POEM

Burning

 

 

1.

i cut the moonlight

from your unshaven throat

 

with my tongue

my teeth,

 

my skin wrapped jaw.

 

mother sat in the kitchen bending spoons

under a moth light, a light flickering

scratching starched colored shadows

 

into the walls. the creases of her face.

 

your naked thighs, gathering the

 

blueblack cold, the cold thick at our chests

and arms.

you strummed my rib cage, felt you teething

on my blue veined wrist,

 

i could hear mother singing, a song, the crack of her

voice like a snap of bull’s eyelid, the snap of a child’s bone under

his father’s fist

 

 

 

2.

i lick the inside of your ear

thinking of how i never told you i used to kiss my mother,

in the haze of bathrooms, the back seat of my grandfathers model t

 

how i lifted my cousins’ skirts above their waists, pushed through the tight dark skin, pushed

through sour flesh, and how i knew, yes, how i never wanted to go back.

 

 

 

3.

and as you lie next to me

mother still humming, twisting scoured metal, the metal of your bones,

i smoke to remember those times

 

i think of all the things i never told you,

and when you ask, i will only smother you with these fluids, these smells, with me pushing into you

 

smother you with the burning

inside these ribs.

 

 

 

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