Between Here & There
I.
Let me speak with expressive
hesitation & a feeling for
interment why even
lineate what isn’ t broken by
music let me speak with
inextricable reluctance.
I want to tear the heart
from refused convalescence
& feed it those long fronds
of river bed grass. I want to
tear the heart out of style
& put it between
utter thrall & the infancy
of all things impure.
Torn out, a flame thickens
between us as if
not right now we’ ll be
ripped from this life