i pretend that the
lashing strings of
that broken guitar is
rain. and that the
bloodletting is
the tablature. and i
am the song. i pluck
my tongue to catch
the storm and call it
singing. do you hear
my wet body whistling?
can you latch onto
the melody the hole
in my mouth is spilling?
my sonorous navel
echoes. inspiring my skin
to dance. can you feel
the rhythm? can you
catch the syncopation?
do you feel the dress
slipping off your shoulders?
in a moment the sky will
fall. let’s pretend that our
bodies are water when we
touch. that when we move
we are the earth rearranging
the islands into a continent.
in a moment the sky will
fall. let’s pretend that we are not
afraid of the sun. if the moon
could stand the day, why
can’t we?
