raven as a writing desk
in the beginning was the bird
call at dawn. instinct knew the
sun would come, that something
new had begun. pre-cursive chatter
, winged diamonds of human
expression took flight to beat
ruffles at 1ne hundred & 40ty
characters. a microcosm of
belief. & as the sun rose
, houses awoke & so
started the slow clatter of commotion
. kettles sang, newspapers
crinkled, toothbrushes enamel
, sinks were spat in
. car doors slammed
, engines thrusted, the grumble stumbled
out of the suburbs toward the city
. before long everyone was sharing
themselves, the noise a crescendo like
20ty exclamation marks lusting after
emphasis. this supposed economy of
simplicity sluices words into singularity
, acronyms an abomination of in-jokes
rolling on the floor, laughing out loud
. how is this social when everybody is
speaking at once
? by noon, the only bird heard
cawed to its scavenger self
, descended to pick apart the
discarded language &
really cool thoughts
.
open
when we were young
we used to play kiss chasey
running around school playgrounds
through tunnels & across monkey bars
wiping the boy germs/girl germs
from our lips with a laugh
now there is sex
fluid
rubber
& penetration
two selves trying to conquer
every fantasy they ever had
now there is sex
& uncertainty
litmus paper in the bathroom
biohazard bags & blood
the fluid the rubber
the unseen open cuts
now there is sex
three letters
& mathematics
