Deenie Hey Deenie

It was only a matter of time.

adrienne rich

I'd have sucked the wound in your hand to sleep

but my lips were trembling. 

Tell me how to bear myself,

how it's done, the light kiss falling 

accurately

on the cracked palm.

Much So Dancing -- a reading of Go To Sleep

Whichcallsforsinging

I have a talent and it is a sweet talent which appeared the year my body burned and has not left me yet. I wish I could tell you about the talent. You have expressed admiration for this talent. But I cannot say that "I can do that," I only could show you, and I don't know that the moment will ever be right. Someone inside of me says, "There is no right moment," which I have heard somewhere, maybe, or just realized, but for this, to show you this talent, there would be a moment more right than all others, and I would choose that moment to show you, and I would be afraid, and it would flutter, the talent, like when Colin's dad caught that butterfly between his hands at the baseball game. And that would be well, because that is the talent. It is fluttering. The compulsion to flutter. When I was eighteen years old, something broke, in my chest, and my voice has fluttered since then. But you do not know this and I do not know when you will, or if you will. It is not a matter of "should" or "should not," only of "whenshalliseeyouagain" and "willamomentofsuchsweetnessarise." "Amomentwhichsummonsasong." "Whichcallsforsinging."

your ghost last night

your ghost last night walked into my house it was as i was falling asleep through the front door it was your ghost it was a swarm a huge and haunting lingering plume of cigarette smoke nicotine fingers i was lying in my bed like a plank under blankets for several minutes there was a little broken-off chip of me which could not seem to stop expecting to hear your voice until it finally fused with the rest of my heart and logic decreed in that way that it does sometimes that even you or the ghost of you 

even you

could not keep your presence silent for so long

' Not quickly,

but I am definitely going 

down, 

down, 

down,

and I know that nothing, 

nothing can stop me. '

go to sleep

go to sleep i'm in a little boy's shirt go to sleep maybe just
go to sleep or break a mirror or just speak backwards say

much so dancing are feet my that hate i
and much so dancing are feet my

i cried for seven seconds i drank a pot of tea i played
with dimethyl ether and it was very cold i drew an
arrow fletched between my breasts, directed toward

the ground go to sleep maybe just go to sleep maybe
just go chop some wood maybe keep a dream and

i want our bones to grind against one another's for
that intolerable sweet twinging feeling the twinge

bones are sweet like flutes sometimes i think that
i am trying to climb into your rib cage and if i did

would you let me stay? i so want to stay and not
to leave maybe go to sleep and keep a dream

much so dancing are feet my that hate i
and much so dancing are feet my

diphenhydramine should i wear your ring?
we've been steady these days rocking steady

i drink you down in cherry liquid and then i go
to sleep maybe just go to sleep and keep a dream

i am so unqualified for this beautiful ghost i love
too much maybe should just speak backwards

much too love i that hate i and much too love i