dialtonepoetry

who is not so important as how to be and I want to be, wholly soft bare feet and the world underneath step slow, diligent speech not sharp the mouth is round words are humanity words are warmth transfer through pain some empathy some epiphany to knowing how to be strong and close mind-ful and full of heart holding all the earth to my skin it transfers across, electric delicate honey-tinged light transfixed dissipates into gentleness

if deliberately incomplete the sentence is ellipsed [sic] how far can we suppose it holds this quotation ramification on some dots between bars boundaries conspicuously defined but empty as county maps or obscure adjectives when I push the boundary like some gerrymandering politician make it so some meaning could hold on it though I’m not some punctuation skeptic, I could reach some significance, a consolation, once this [sic]ness is gone the words slip from obituary [o]mission like barbiturates on tap the library—mortuary—studied for post-post-graduate defense one could say too much too little (as we often do) one could forget a quotation (some referenced iconoclast) engage fragments from the source (both of us weak and confused, lost, losing time between full stops, figurative) we postulate but don’t evaluate no dataset to show no charts for our course certainly no citations the figure is lying, so am I this sentence is deliberate so am I yet I gloss the words so

can i be forgiven for the wasp i chose to eat whole and completely after prayers for punishment or for survival offering prick on the lips i swell at her touch she tickles on the way down i laugh out loud biting through the blister a sip of nectar sweetened stain past the pang and gall the morning is a new sting i wear a mask as a fence and a skin of wet tobacco we drone in the back of the throat tuning to each other like a radio full of static buzzing folk she makes her home in me takes this voice as her own and i gladly give it

sucking in teeth breathe to curl in between fenders feather pinned upward hem in the seams months of excess wilt behind draw it in pin it here choke on a new berry may it be fruitful gargle the words contemplate & spit