Thursday, October 14, 2010

Broken love poem

What does when it can
The uninterrupted push of something hungry has agency over a small
gap in the resisting self
What lets in is not weakness or it is
What decides weakness is a justifiable desire. Or a mispelling
Words can be
turned and in fact it is their strength; the most
effective organism is not strongest but
the most adaptive to change. Best, it
may be best to let in all sharp monsters and honey-eyed sharks to your well of despair. What is afraid of being empty may deprive you of space.

It is more necessary to fill it than to be clean. Here, take my guarded tube. You
have awakened a certain
drive like lifting
of oil through buckets
from wells
or the way that saline is shared between
neighboring cells.

It is a departure in the shape and
structure of a return; with you everything old is new again.

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