| Chapter 1: | East Wind Blows |
force the agitating heart
from resonating
squeezing tight till the blood
drips through the membranous pores
I won't bite my leg when it's perfectly healthy
don't think I'm a hypocrite a tease a thick skinned whore
how do I stop new legs from growing
from singing unsolicited songs
for making me love more than one
In this life I cannot be yours too
sink into love, drown and be reborn in your heart
sing the silent harmonies that still the roar of the real
till the grass sways tall
grown around our blanket on the grass
and we are hidden
matted grass our only trace
no, my loving you will start whispers and spite
of the ugly, the grotesque
an unaccepted multi-legged grasshopper
with legs that will run me around in circles
off the grid of the fairytale path of always
only one
deep in a trench set out for me
graves are already dug for the loves I bite off
and leave behind
body thick with scars
until my skin can rest
deaf in the silence of the first story I chose
deaf to the longing lament in the choral sky