inertia / i was the only word

i was the only word in her vocabulary, in the structure of the simple the structure of the simple punctures piercing little needles digging dirt into the flesh i was the only word in her vocabulary, the structure of her acupuncture the minutes we return to rest the mind we set to spinning tests i was the hand that flexed the hand around the dirt that soiled up her ground running myself around town to keep up running myself into the earth digging deeper digging digging deeper for the same old shame the same old wasted sort of game the mind we set to spinning tests to put our minds again at rest she sucked the life from him she swallowed she touched her legs around him when she followed him home from school when she hollowed herself around him drunk and duplicate and i was the ease she put herself to i was the minute the sea touched shore the meat around her apple core and already she has gone away and i'm the last thing on her list today i'm the list of last things meant to do i know the little piercing needles digging dirt into i know the middle structure of the subtle angry acupuncture i was the hand that flexed with her fingers i was the arm holding nothing around running dirt into the ground running soil around the fear with wishes never ceasing here the mind we set to spinning tests to chase away whatever is left i was the only word in her vocabulary but moving objects come to rest Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 07:20 AM PST   0 • 18 • 8