Monday, October 23, 2006

laura riding, you despise me


I break for you:
not the smack of fleshy parts
hitting the sides of the meat locker
fresh from the chainsawer,
nor the sick crack of bone from bone
like the skull
under the ice pick,

but literally,
the verb unto the noun,
to break becoming
the broken--the absence of
whole, the gap, the lack,
the void around it
that makes the fragment a fragment

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