by SHY-ZAHIR MOSES
⇝ | heavy: a burning haibun | untitled no. ∞
⇝
the go-go bird
and her funk
wings fluttered
the fling
flung
it til it flew
spread itself
across a long
lavender room
with a sweet
sauce breeze you
could only get
with a girl
from d.c
she
took
me to the
raise of
her skin
pulped red
poorly done
the complex of her
mouth savored
me there
said
i reminded her of
places i’d never
been an entwined
nest from
pushed
together beds
a home
a mess
of cool
rain made
us heavy
limp with
reward
desire
full-mouthed flesh
a rupture
of jazzing
bones gliding
over air never
committing to
the distance
heavy: a burning haibun
after torrin a. greathouse
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untitled no. ∞
and there that god was again taunting you with his perforated
hands laughing at your dust-stained gown and blood-wrung gritted
knees he told you you were praying wrong
i told you there is no way to stop yourself from suffering
you know him and the ground well enough now
just form his chosen name into a song flat tune
the notes a gospel mouth around the beat i know you’ll forget
the words soon he’ll pretend not to notice your hot
sour breath there is no way to stop yourself from dying
couldn’t you taste it gargled in the back of your throat the mess
of garlic and honey spoiled your tongue and everything that spoke
came out like mud you weren’t clear enough i know you thought
there was something about that god worth praising but i remember
you weeping his face never got clearer and you still stayed a frail
intruded thing…
i took that to mean he chose not to hear you