post-created

a first try at constellation

later, the sole of my foot
rubbed raw against the red leather of my shoe-sole.

the blood in the underwear
looked like a rorsarch inkblot, a fearful symmetry.

earlier, i was raw
before you.

not wanting to turn into
a cautionary tale about the dangers of walking at night.

you were the catalyzing agent
in this love that runs on its own--i apologize.

earlier i had not eaten.

in a dream you hooked up
the back of my dress.

earlier you had the profile
of a handsome cadaver.

later the whole thing remained
incomplete