Open my ears & let your frenzy enter
relentlessly, like a blind machine,
like a sea captain who doesn’t trust the stars,
carried off by an unsteady boat.
My life, this shirt I want to take off—
what can’t be said is the dark meat,
seeking your mouth in another’s mouth,
the whispered cries of animals without sleep.
~ "Wolf Cento" (the eleventh) in Wolf Centos by Simone Muench, reviewed by Julie Marie Wade
I leave my body, blank and sweet, like taking off a dress.
I leave my breasts, spare as the backstairs,
The shoulders’ boney ledges, the sediments of sex.
I’m not so sure about this, I said to friends
who were sleek with selflessness.
We’re just passing by they said
to dogs choking on their chains in yards.
If the self is a house, whose house are we?
I asked the oak
which stood on the shore of a river,
its sturdy brush strokes drowning
in the shivery foliage of other trees.
I, too, stood on a shore,
lost, and looking myself like a river
with many currents,
forlorn, forgotten, died out, neglected,
even now disappearing into the crowds of these words.
~ from Instructions for the Trance by Lynn Emanuel (via cerasiferae)
girls are so hot???? like i see a hot girl every 2 seconds. and a hot guy about every 2 weeks. and even then i’m wary because he might end up yelling something rude at me or making a rape joke or something