A man I know wrote a book about a man he knew
1 and
this man, or so he the man I know said, fucked
You free your body
from its height: she
slides her stockings
off. No
one owns the hour
you met, the weather
outside your bedroom.
You let your selves
down into day
break; put the evening back
on with those clothes,
feeling the creases
in each other’s face.
2 and
murdered a girl to save her from the others
On the day of the Fall
God tattoed the virgin
with the
serpent,
with the
angel.
Her wonderful belly
shuddered under his eye
and her
hipbones
became
rainbows.
The creases of her thighs
symbolise the seven
days of
labour –
she never
rests
with the man who made her.
She has to generate
fresh
transgressions
and then
confess
her
innocence….
3 who
would have fucked and murdered this girl
please explore
the fault-line
carefully
rearrange
the silences
with your tongue
dismantle
the darkness
and drag it
out of her
4 much
more painfully and without finer feelings
an immaculate statue
heavy for a caress
in the barren bedroom
she has no cocaine
only sleeping tablets
only an angel's shadow
fiancée to a corporal
she searched Berlin's rubble
three weeks after
unconditional surrender
slept with a slum landlord
said love is always extra
marital |
the child in the garden
the adult in the bedroom
that recurring miscarriage
love become monumental
who wolf-whistled
in the first person
now the devoted friend
now the declared enemy
that hat doesn't suit you
your hair's better short
the future isn't what it was
constantly remodelled
martial |
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