A Kiss With A Fist Is Better Than None

"The body is like a garden"

“Is it good? Am I?”

“

They knock on my door

The door is open

I say

“I am not here.”

They don’t believe me

Someone is answering, after all

“That’s whatever’s left,”

I tell them

“The Old Taylor Can’t Come to the Phone Right Now.”

“Why?”

“Oh. Cause she’s dead.”

I think that’s the fear

It’s what’s making me sick

Liminal women adjsunt

To the blood in the hair

The blood of it all

It’s dead its not buried

Ghost! Ghost!

Look at me

Look at your hands and tell me my face isn’t there

That my eyes aren’t your eyes

“I was murdered in Paris...”

I was killed but I am

I am not here

But I am — somewhere

I slam photos at windows

Scream “look what was done! To me!”

But I can’t get out of this room “