Wednesday, March 19, 2025

The teachers in my throat

Vagus - 2/14/2013

A niche-famous radio host described
the testimony of his interviewee,
 the way that blood began to pool from the shark attack.
The Arrogant Bastard(TM), which had
passed you by an hour prior, 
was still a little there, perhaps.

"Recite prime numbers,"
somehow who loved me said.
I did, but it wasn't as comforting as
she thought it would be. I had
to
escape... leave, so that
no
one
would see 
me, as weak, as 
I truly 
was.

Then,

You insisted on 
vulnerability,
nothingness, darkness,
and peace when I could not.
And the blood, released by the red-toothed corner
of the wall
in Zellerbach Hall
began to pool.


Trachea - 11/11/2023

I read the air, 
heavy with mistaken rain,
and felt moss, like wet carpet
from when I always forgot to
return my towel to the rack
next to the shower

The soft ground was cold comfort
to repeatedly bending knees.
Time was slow (comparatively).

My face was the smoothest
it had been since puberty.
A kind man who might have
perceived my fear, but could not
parse my gratitude,
had been close to you.
I was shining, remembering 
lies that I believed in.

My breath was timed,
one for each two steps,
fast - the inner friction on you
liberating the taste of
iron in my mouth

that iron, realizing its own disorder
(and loving it) refined itself into a sheet,
an edge, a point.

I gripped a handle.
The truth imagined in my heart,
I thought were realized 
by a shivering hand.

But truly, months later,
I would realize the point was a foot higher,
The blade, a pinpoint that
liberated carbon dioxide.
And, when I needed it most,
my lungs were opened.


Esophagus - 12/25/2024

Delectable, I thought,
were the refined carbohydrates
that you embraced,
A true innovation 
from troubled lovers.

Was it those?
The unclean flesh that followed, 
or perhaps the acid beverage?
Was it the weight of a responsibility
I was never at peace with?
Or just the oldest and deepest
of my survival impulses?

Lo, how a rose e'er
blooming inside of you
from somewhere below
that I could not see.
The taste, undeniable,
palpable and wet,
signaled my first teacher,
and this time we held hands
and embraced her peace together.

The paramedics insisted that I choose.
"Decision time," they said.
It was Christmas Day, after all,
and there were many, for some reason.


Thyroid - 03/28/2024

You were silent
for so long.
In my case, they said
it was rare for you to speak,
I was young. I was male.
And that they were not worried.
I was worried, perhaps
uncontrollably.

You were awake,
speaking, and in need
of space.

I waited weeks, months to hear you,
some said half a year, even after I cried out.
To see you, I entered a tube, a ring,
lied down on many chairs.
Two times, we took some part of you
to see what you were saying.

In an image, you were 
teaching the other teachers,
forcing them into new shapes
like the crook of the question mark
rising into my head
beneath the diffracting stars
from the metal in my teeth.

Now, they say you must go,
or at least part of you.
You will have more space at least.

Despite the heat and severe lack thereof
I have felt for and from you,
You have taught me the most,
by so persistently insisting
on impermanence.

I only hope I have learned well.

Friday, August 9, 2024

Lament

 I am

what you should call degenerate,

two states between

which I can barely

tell the

difference

and when observed in them

can you?

Sunday, June 9, 2024

お見舞い

時計針

静かな呼吸

一緒歩む

Sunday, February 11, 2024

5:56

暗い朝

静止に静かに

時計が来る

Friday, November 10, 2023

Blue Key

I read the air, 

heavy with mistaken rain,

and felt moss, like wet carpet

from when I always forgot to

return my towel to the rack

next to the shower


The soft ground was cold comfort

to repeatedly bending knees.

Time was slow (comparatively).


My face, the smoothest

it had been since puberty

(from a kind man who might have

perceived my fear, but could not

parse my gratitude)

was shining, remembering 

the you that I believed in


My breath was timed,

one for each two steps,

fast - rubbing my trachea

liberating the taste of

iron in my mouth


that iron, realizing its own disorder

(and loving it) refined itself into a sheet,

an edge, a point.


I gripped a handle.

The truth imagined in my heart,

now realized by a shivering hand.

Monday, November 6, 2023

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