i walk barefoot

daddy is surrounded
by a cloud of smoke
and demons
as the snow falls
from his nose
i walk
barefoot
for six hours
to escape the sun
and moon
hidden in those clouds
my feet pack down
the earth
tight into a little ball
that i can throw
away
at will

i hold your hands
and converse with them
our fingers talk
as our minds
slip
away

While We Were Dancing

why were your hands
so cold
while we were
dancing?
mine were warm
and wet,
and my whole chest
was vibrating.
but you were so cold.
i turned
and looked behind me
and you were gone.

Noodletown

we sat
eating noodles
as the ice
formed
on the roads
but perhaps
because it was
past midnight
the chopsticks
and conversation
melted something
in us
and we formed
anew

you say
you read only
from the script
but the words
are written
on your face

i do not believe
you have conjured
these gestures
from thin air
these are demons
whose rage

cannot be contained
whose pleasure
at pain
cannot be concealed

you pace back
and forth
shirt buttoned
tight
up to your neck
and i see you
ripple
beneath the surface

your empty white skin
cannot deny
the tempest of blood
pounding
pounding
never
ceasing
catching even your
dreams
into its current
drowning even God
in its bloody fire.




i shudder
when i look
into your hollow
black
eyes.