Dyspnea

For days to situate the flesh in whose inadequate precinct

motionless: a monolith of the often spoken

of which nothing is

certain: or abstract of whose gender to the use

of all acknowledged desire formal

parlance & pronoun

to form the stars across your back: whose hardened

muscle: tremendous lateral delta

of which to the shoulders:

there is a way from yes: the very inside an eternal

tick of the left eye: a language

not only illegible as

the vain translation of a fictive contradictory

self & its consonant verb to be:

but the body’s crystal

falling through a grey film of failed memory

& brushfire this Autumn midnight:

to unfold (in the form

of your body) pleasured corners of a place

in which the difficult new breathing

and I are foreigners

Source: Mirrors for Gold (Krupskaya, 2006)