without water

the poet
would wander for days
in her own head
without water

willing herself
to survive
on desire alone

tracing each crevice
of each moment
for the salt
of its creation

feel herself
beginning to sway
woozy and overwhelmed
with words.



01/10/2018   AAW

I could endure you

I could
endure you

I could exist as merely bones

I could lay everything open
let each hair wind away
slowly
from my body
let my skin loosen and fall
to the floor
let every muscle and vein dissipate
into a thin ash

I could do it quite easily

I could
endure you

I could lose all sense of my childlike imagination
forget how to move my mouth
in simple ways
to create sound

I could
be frightened
waiting eternally
for the emptiness in my hands
to replenish

I could  even let myself
admire you
le capitaine
with your worn compass
guiding us through the fog
on a thin premise

truth be told

I am an extravagantly
ordinary queen
of endurance
however
I have now grown tired
no longer
a question of endurance

it is now
a question of desire

and

I have none
left

for you.




01/09/2018   AAW

cruel

I do not enjoy writing for you,
wasting words and ink
on a cruel speck of flesh.



1/08/2018. AAW