Melt, melt in to it
Melt right through it
Melt a blissfully posed silhouette
And fall through delicious
Into a white silk sheet
That catches you clean
Like a hammock

This Line

This line, this scar
Is squished and pulled
Like the bellows
Of an accordion

Squished like a somnolent accordion
That forgets the accompaniment
Forgets to vibrate sounds
Through its body

This line, this line
Grows to coil around--
To wrap around--
Like a snake

Grows like a lethargic snake
That forgets to squeeze
Forgets to constrict
Until the middle is nothing

This line, this line
Stretches out
Like the buttonholes
On a cheap sweater

Stretches like a treasonous button row
Pulling apart on a slow quarter
That forgets to dislocate
Any threads from the fabric

Forgets to tear
Length by width
Length by width

Choose Clocks

Choose to look at clocks,
Not mirrors.
I don't believe in laziness;
I believe in fear.

Clocks make us liars.
They stop and stall,
Drain or drown.
And we're convinced

That appointment
Isn't necessary,
That weather
Can't be dealt with,
That it's okay to be late

But mirrors
Are worse.
Mirrors tell bigger lies
That make clocks