Friday, April 1, 2011

You

A night so thick a suet. Rub sand into its lips
Because I've got to feel it. The speaker is going to become
Alive. Darning the event.
She said
I looked up and was assuaged.
I carried to my mouth the ointment of the cloud that had ceased to move,
That had ceased to pass over me.
I found a secret duct amid these floes of air and then they left off their coquetries, their complications.
The beauty makes me feel it really happened.
The sky had stars in it they glittered like calories upon the world
Energy of the night I upbraided innards that were mine own
In order to become you


-Ariana Reines