“The safe-house is not” Series

Then a slit through midnight

Across collar-bone-wide

 

Doe-scrapes of red cloth

teeth meeting beyond

 

meaningless things

legs spread for snakes

 

What we anticipate

 

The crossing-into

the being-needed.

*

The being needed to cross

a wide canyon Only darkness

 

known since birth

birth removed ancient

 

sac broke into Anxious

ever since Time started

 

her heart red beetle-tick.

 

*

 

One who is sick sprints

toward the split

 

with knives ready as a mother

 

To heave away what ails

the mind but what is one

 

to cut away The anxious

the bleating goat throat

 

exposed Thoughts darken

the ground What is one

 

sliver of steal against ice caps

 

*

 

Sacrificed mind-goat

instead of her arm

red lines are still red

*

Converse with the hurt-bridge

construct full sentences

 

Don’t rip a dress or do

 

because you can Enter what ails

 

as a herd enters a round-pin

belly full before the blood-let.

 

*

 

Then the through-with animal

raised herself braided sweat

 

around her choke-hold hole

where we came come and must

 

enter again The last fucked

midnight It begins

 

*

 

Broke open in a kitchen

the chicken’s soul met its meat

 

it had to understand What use

have I ever been No useless

 

chicken Neck stretched

into its meaningless

 

mother’s mouth again

*

Bosnia breast-fed her broken

children to death In Texas

 

one eats a meal before being

light-carried home.

 

*

 

Or not The girl refuses

to eat Fuel her emptiness

 

with sex The men hunt

deer ready for her Now

 

the blood scent is gone

they want holes

 

to bury their boys She’s willing

 

*

 

Or not Sometimes she’s not

ready for the god

 

in her The woman carries

knives sacrifices her mind

 

to beautify earth then destroy

 

*

 

The swarmed tribe told the sky

 

Open It didn’t

 

The saw prayed No against

The smallest child’s collar-bone

 

*

 

The meaningless happened then

 

turned in on itself kaleidoscope

of color until snakes tails in mouth

 

made themselves mean something

 

*

 

Again dressed Again woman

Once child Now taken in

To a room for money Pain

 

an energy has to go somewhere

 

*

 

The safe-house is not

 

safe The mesquite hides

tobacco crazed goats

 

The mind having nowhere to go

invents but forgets.

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