Five Lyrics
A body must ask to be refashioned and renewed.
A body must carry to other bodies the grudge that is its grace.
A companion
unsensed
through
attempt
to find the
opportune
a blushing
and reversion
to that
uninterrupted
a waiting
for that
intention
already
a grounds
A few steps shy of a trajectory into grace, who am I among but an unsuited remnant. Rooms are rented, flooded with quiet mayhem whenever dressing or undressing for what we haphazardly expect from extrablood relations. How many days do I have left to loosen my bones from the trouble they ration. I am of a passion sweating through your bed sheets. I hold you groomlike to try to entice an integrity. I do not fear walking so since I don’t yet think we’re doomed. I return to bathtub, to window, to desk to try my lips at forgiveness, though that in no way implies I will accommodate my aggressors. What have I left to transmit through your body the blessing that our estrangement entails.
A force not of affliction but revealing it—
An affection not of attachment but deferring it—
To center upon having become a temporary thing
ceded by this jurisdiction repeatedly.
Allow me
to arrive
wherever I’ll go
and entreaty
to enter
allow me
to arrive
wherever
I’ll be stilled
and acceptance
to enter
when I am
found
a darkness
a dimness or
lack of matter
and when
I am named
a variety
a paucity
or less