EAT.

what scientifically happens while eating? what heaven? I try to suggest that something else makes me happier than bowing down at the temple of my tyrannical tongue; its greedy army of buds and muscle--but I can't do it.  The creamy female of dairy, or the erotic hard-bellied scrub of sodium, or the crime scene of seared meat...

All the things I lust for can fit inside the inches of my jaw. All sins and all saintly deeds-- deep love mostly-- can manifest itself into morsels of earthly and manmade elements. Each of the bites grow into gods in the blood stream or devils in the liver

Is there anything worth doing besides the act of ingesting? What church; what worship!

From UNdoing 2013

your lovely spit
the whole-bodied zen of your mouth--
I am a child for it. A sweaty little animal mourning,
like every other human

to be the soil in your hands
to be in union with the  dirty-love of your color

the relief, the certainty of your face
is so healthy for me
it turns me over in my grave
with love that is both here & gone.

midnight mermaid

the light made her skin glow like a fish caught
in crystal netting

this was not a day gleam:
it was blue and stone and lunar

she walked on the ash colored sand
towards december sea towards the waves lined with lambs

black as obsidian or confused mind or deep hole
white as salt or old scars or burning

her purple feet crushed into the elephant beach
until she reached her dark moving church

& folded, buckled in prayer
a tulip, a midnight flame