Hole-y

There will be this moment in your life—

It will burn inside your nostrils,

It will lubricate your eyes—

Where all you want

Has nothing to do 

With you.

You will not want food, nor fame.

Not strength, nor “my name is”

Just someone who

Likes the flesh you

Cannibal'd together

Enough to—

Hold you like a second skeleton.

To lift away the ground you

Balance on. To cradle

Your pulse until it

Fades down low

Then gone.

When this moment is <<now>> and hurts, remember:

I wrote this with my pulse smashing, my

Eyes streaming hot. And if you'd

Been in this grotesque room—

I'd have gladly poured

my soul all down

the empty well

 in you