we meet in a furred
wheat field. I find a package
marked TEND WITH CARE.
I lost you, my snake handler
my partner in serpentry.
you used to say:
keep your eyes on the snake
and you won’t get bit.
easily as an oiled zipper.
would have killed me right there
how you slit its throat
with a sharp knife.
clean stroke, fast death. then,
ease. we can’t always bear
straightly facing our fear.
it’s all real alright
or all relative.
kill it to save it. sometimes,
I can’t tell your face
from my own. once,
on the phone, I said your name
when asked mine. once,
holding hands, I lost feeling
in my arm. couldn’t tell where
I ended and you began
we sin. not crucified nor side lined
a shape aside, a longing. a track
worn well I know you know
my thumb, your tongue, remember?
no pros at no contact — a reach.
delicious stretch, almost wretched,
peach pit heartbeat hardly hidden
in the floorboards.
once more: retract. not flinch nor flint
nor hand pulled fast but repetitious.
fat bundle of nerve fibers, those
areas of indefinite extent. over.
back again, I track you, my tract. lo,
it’s you I trace’n’retrace. that slickening.
all at once: silence or its resinous thrum
two strings strummed, then still.
how I hear your howling:
absence, absinthe, synth-lode, cinnamon.
THE ART FILM IS BUFFERING
silken sand so slow the great wheel of internet time stops
perhaps that’s an integral part,
xxxxxto be tried by the limits
of fiber optic cables running under the sea floor
reverse, the voluptuous gurgle demands timelessness or nudges
the boundary of chaos inside a fish’s eye. tar:
xxxxxxxxxxxxthat great primordial belch that swallowed us all.