and a softness came from the starlight and filled me to the bone

i call out for mother & in walks the knife. it breathes. i call for their god & down comes the guillotine. my / father faints. it / ruins me: this urge to press myself back into the earth, to be weeping— / —willowed back to god. to forget, i interlace the hand with the ribcage. the doctors don’t want me to do that again. i forget / that all my friends are a childhood away […]

Made me think of Charles Wright's Clear Night -

It is a dark fall day. The earth is slightly damp with rain. I hear a jay. The cry is blue. I have found you in the story again. Is there another word for ‘divine’? I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now. Forever will be a day like this Strung perfectly on the necklace of days, Slightly overcast Yellow leaves Your jacket hanging in the hallway Next to mine.

Give me the names for things, just give me their real names, Not what we call them, but what They call themselves when no one’s listening–

“I would give all metaphors in return for one word drawn out of my breast like a rib for one word contained within the boundaries of my skin”

What was happening in my heart? I could have told you It hurt. I could have told you I was in love With something, every second, I did not know how to name,