GENETIC MEMORY OF HONEY

   
     
     
MORNING      
     
you spoke orange light    
fearless creature movements    
but fearing to turn inside out    
taking more than your share    
of oxygen fucking so violently    
     
     
MIDDAY    
     
we parted as cowards or snails do    
keeping ourselves and our limbs in    
more than we’d managed to in 10 days    
I turned back to watch you walk    
     
     
AFTERNOON      
     
came home came back to where we’d left
and slowly I realised you’d left so little of you
I could only find traces of coconut    
hair in the fabric of a towel    
fuck in the shorts you’d worn    
     
     
NIGHT    
     
I slept short and dreamful    
I slept with my right arm    
still extended to the wall    
the next day is today and I know    
I’ve to erase you/clean/spray/wipe you away    
     
     
HONEYCOMB FORMATION      
     
after I eat I sit cross legged in the corner      
of my room/pull a long hair of yours    
from my sock and lay it on the table    
near a melted star to either    
gather dust or blow away to gather dust







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