Taxidermic (cancer smile)

 

When you daydream, you look found, in the belly of contentment;
as if the demons howling down your soul
ripping each letter from words like tomorrow
couldn't muster a whisper, and they can't.
I'd break the dream to ask you what you're thinking
but I'd be lucky to make your ear, and I know
you'd smile and say nothing. A lead-boat smile that needn't be.
Whatever it is, last night's memory of rending agony
is forgotten; it never even existed but it's coming back tonight
and it's this morphine that preserves atrophy
but I thank it for this smile, while you slowly leak
through the cracks between us and a flawed cosmos.







In memory of Scot; 10 years and fuck knows where.