A Blue Flame

When we get over the fact that
screens shield things from view,
they will then come to replace those things.

We will see things in a mirror
in a state of pure translation.

The screens are only so big,
but they do not fit in our head.
Instead they fit in our hand,
and our head fits in them.

And so we carry our head in our hand,
across Charon's river, o'erland
to the place where the echoes live.

And we are waving to ourselves.
Have you ever seen your palm?
Can you hold its gaze?

A smile is a contortion of
the muscles in the upper
jaw, the tergal eye skeleture,
often the brow, and at times
the lips in order to hide
or reveal the teeth.

It is often not quite
less than what it is,
in fact.

A blue flame.

 

 

Body

My body is tired of being alone.

I suppose he believes that I am poor company
but in truth I must admit that he does not believe.

He leaks. He creaks. Often he moans.

I wish to forgive him but I cannot,
for in truth I must admit that he is unforgiveable.

He is here. He is empty. He is shy.
He wants always. He is not always. He is.

I am not to be held responsible for this.