Poetry by k Russell
tones, tomes, tombs, tubes all tied together knotted naughty a recipe for disaster and sweetness lapped up from the front mouth briny and bright and womb warm salvation saliva something into something else salted shucked from the meat of the tongue that insistent needy beast be brave be singular and solemn an anthem and an omen cracked open like a liquid eye the mirage of vision the mirror domed and shrunken inside the thick brown retina her thick brown curls a plethora my girl my god guarded at the gate be brave on that bed bathed in somber amber her closeness like my father’s mother’s scent the paleness the faraway feeling the space the patience the grace the long dream of spent time night the first dark and endless a shroud a tessellation from us to this insistence an instant shot through with grey light-polluted streaks
wind change big change big wind change if i encroach on your personal space enough maybe you will MOVE? maybe you will BUDGE? big monster lover bigger pusher over deep back cave big cage back woods back water black water
cold freshwater small lips smaller kisses so more of them fruit of my loins always asking for money Adam’s apple no money for cigarettes money for skinofmyteeth but i believe in myself money for hidden money fat green dragon bigger budget than bank account practice seeing all the time see space see people see hands see skin see color see ad revenue
see green see red see stars see the body as your lover a map a full story an oil spill a cloth soaked in alcohol a light a fire flaming forward can you believe it my body collects lovers like stories like god and his bible and me and all of my covenants manmade of breath and dust stories star and spit spangled man made cities and towns the brick pocked with
chipped teeth a labor of blood a home is a space of tinier spaces the body is a home of tinier spaces i think i might be a bowl a bowl as defined by the depth of its curve
