Hello sadness.  Hello after
the explosions no
—-language could make us

whole.  We heel-
bound & bull-
horned.  Hacking
bags of dust.  Love,
what exhaustion we fall
into our separate silences with.  Split

mattress.  Drab
cloud of sperm spilled
—-in the reservoir tip.  & it

was evil in the sight of the Lord.  Look,
sometimes I want to run away
—-when it is finished.  To admit

the things I said I meant
mistakenly.  Take
—it back, your bereft

present.  Post
coitum omne animal triste est.  Let us
—-make a name, lest

we be scattered.  We saddest
mammals.  Milk-
—-swallower.  God-

less link to thistle.  Think
how often we promised
—the future & produced

only fluid.  Have flung
our bodies against each other & come
—apart palsied

syntax babbling.  Disaster,
like the tongue, takes
—many forms.  The felled

tower.  The tented
wedding shelled.  We speak
—nothing of the dark & droning

engine of the heart.  How—
from humus— we are
—hung on hurt.

How urgently
it is over.  Hello.  Open
—your dirty mouth & mourn.

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