death bodies, strung
like pearls on a dark string
hanging, holding
each other and others
remember I cared for you loudly
and sometimes behind your back
DON‘T EAT ME
past the edge I fell
held
as a soaked pillow
as a bowl of fur in the sun
as a waterfall preying to a fountain:
isn’t life bittersweet?
I have no love left to sacrifice
I died, married, divorced
out in public but no one saw
undoing
I said nothing but I meant: I will swallow the world to give you the space to grieve
I’ll build a castle from the salt of your tears
a sensuous prison
a secret too precious to be revealed
she whispered: you are very powerful
and I heard: power is not to assert, but to care
and to trust
sometimes silently
sometimes unnoticed
dark bodies
tied together
spinning
until all the lights went down
whale
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