my sister came back from the mountains
she seemed more fit
for what I don't exactly know
we were lying awake before sleep
she told me its easier to die out there
without mirrors its easier to see yourself
without showing others
you are shown
listening to her voice that people often mistake for mine
in the dark of our borrowed bedroom
i noticed her

evocative of today's weather

This is what I come up with
after all that
this is what I come up with?

Energies of the body that paint through me like phantoms
today I will decorate my face
to commemorate life
I would like to think my intentions sound
or at least in accord with benevolence
I'll take that rather than the knitting I do
to stave off longing
I embodies longing
I noticed once from some elevated perspective

I noticed once from some elevated perspective
what the physical world is
or was to me in that moment of observation
in the living room surrounded by things
raised surfaces, cushions, rugs,
film
All that is yielded from discomfort
and the pretension of ease

it must hurt so much to be human
with whetted thoughts
I am constantly cutting me off

Bodysong Part I

The sounds of my ovaries.

http://asianclassicalmp3.org/Udom_Silapin--Northern_Thai_Funeral_Music--Lao_Nok.mp3

Long time no see.

I looked at your face,
heart told my eyes what to see
I wanted you to know
when you're as lost as me
we cling to one another
and hope to be free

so for now take me in
let me in
and settle into me

beyond us there are more like us
we are the spinning sea
you and I will meet again
formless and embodied

I tried to rest my head upon your mutability
to stay here a while,
as a lover, as a child
in the sleepy world
and the enchanted wild

biding the time we invented
for the change I wanted
a change of heart is what I got
all this is going on
while all this is going on
and is going on
and is not.

Look

Keep in mind you're mind
keep in mind your mind

many times before it took an eye to find
I found these eyes temporarily mine

I keep trying to come out of this
when I may never come back in

dabbling

I guess it would make sense to draw a picture when you've got a film stuck in your head.

A Dream

What gathers here while I'm losing sleep
enough to keep a water wheel in spin
but dries up during the day
so deep into the night I swim
and soon become prey


I call to you from cell to cell
in our captor we have won
pretending to know you unwell
this play, more ancient than our fun

I am thinking of you in my arms
how we'll find ourselves in form
how I got to be this piece
that dreams of holding itself
to be born

Rest carries me to a desert
I come across a sexless form
I ask its empty face
Was it in you that our softness was born?
Without a mouth it spoke to me
in words I did not hear
surprised to find myself unafraid
misunderstanding no longer a fear