Night Emptying

Excerpts:

"Night Emptying"

A graveyard of stomachs and late night vapor,
my body and your murmurs It's so late and you are alone with my envy,
stray hairs and memories of dead dogs.
I want to scratch your back and whatever itches,
to disrupt your talk and pattern of words,
but your friends dissuade all of my fumbles.
Tight and full of shadows,
I walk backwards and quote your name,
but you only speak of smoke,
never of my mouth or field of veins.

"White, So Much White"

A sheet over your naked body in the middle of a mattress White, so much white babbling from the creek of your chest I want to galvanize your limbs,
I want you to keep sleeping,
I want you sewn into my stabbed side When we leave this room we will be no one,
we will be fields.