Heart That Lies Outside The Body
2007, 27 pages
of the 2007 Sapering Hol Press Chapbook Competition.
Love to Leopard Man"
Iím not a needle, let me touch you.
Let me look into the pink secret of your
Let me part, one by one, your reclusive, unmarked toes.
me, you are not the first man Iíve known
who thought he was an animal, whoís
his claws without knowing what to do with them.
continents, your bruise-green spots drift apart.
Lying beside you, I watch
the ink bleed slowly
into the tiny channels of skin, edges blurring
your yellow sea. One-hundred-six islands
Iíve counted so far: that one looks
like a storm cloud,
that one at your hip like the head of a woman.
not the only one who knows how to make
the body an elaborate disguise. How
the children who torment you would throw stones
the ugly hut of my life and scatter like birds
when I glare at them. I want
to bathe my scars
in the isle's dirty river. I want fangs.
me show you how hermit crabs do it: tap
my borrowed shell until I uncurl like
a raw finger,
exposing myself to salt. Out there, I could be eaten,
could be carried by the current into the mouth
of prey. Hold me closer with
your human claws.
For now, letís pretend we have nothing to hide.