BibliophiliaTo all the books I haven't read:Nichrysalis
I have become your bookshelf
of dusted titles and busted spines
with arms that are full of fantasy
and romance and a head full
of memoirs I haven't written,
their lexicon curling my tongue
around five dollar word-plays
just behind the sheaf of my teeth.
With definitions straight to the point
and description airy and lofted
a dictionary defenestrates pages
that whirl into the night, petal
papers gliding like elegant
prose in a blank journal.
There is no table of contents
to map your way; follow the veins
ink leaves in the margins of my palms
because the books I've read tell me
if they give you ruled paper,
write the other way;
you are someone else's collage,
all the worn sad evidence of humanity,
stirred and sorted by a poet
because good books,
like bad people,
don't give up all their secrets at once.
Bitlets 159Women keep to their curves:Nichrysalis
pregnant navel and breasts
and hourglass figurines.
Men have their angles:
elbow jabs and erections
and chiseled figures.
Bitlets 196All of you people who were lovingly born,Nichrysalis
at eight months I was thrown out of my mother.