TEETH how elegant, the disarticulated human skull where steel makes one fused bone many. the mandible is a planter’s box outside my cold room in ohio: the converted nursing home where old folks from poland and romania are all now trapped in the lights or trapped in the white paint. * antique sciences of the mouth can teach the history of science more than anything about the mouth. for centuries lancets and leaches were used on infant gums to assist teething, animal bone rattles drowned in mercury powder, a white gloved hand doing damage in a child’s bright mouth. * my teeth are mine. felt them rise up under my tongue. wisdom came last. replaced each tiny forbearer. forgot they grew where their parents died. so i am not surprised they ache and rot now, they scream when flooded with something sweet they do not deserve. this is what happens when you forget your history, the journey that brought you to the mouth, the labor in the enamel, the tongue with no name, when all you are is white. I DARE YOU. try & watch a horror film from the point of view of the monster. imagine, every man shrieks at the sight of you, children throw stones & laugh at your blood, a mob forms on your doorstep with pitchforks & forceps just for fun or for fear. this is your wretched life. you didn’t know your name until they named you. didn’t know your teeth were fangs until they tried to pry them from your pliant skull, didn’t know your hunger was so unclean. so you learned to grow in the dark as darkness grew in you. your mirror a massacre of light, your appearance a film reel warping in flame. it’s not until you love a boy & make him like you that you’re able to curse the civilization that assembled your fiction, to gaze upon your own grotesque elegance & laugh, to love the rough hewn battle of your haggard breath. you child of the ax blade wheezing in your breast, you story men tell to explain away the darkness & give it depth. you apotheosis of the oldest protest hymn. what is the ocean besides a puddle without you in it? what is the grim forest besides a factory of trees praying to be shorn into paper? what is your mouth but a home, but a haunted motel, but a siren of terrible righteous noise. now the men who tormented you, tremble at your sound. & when you’re finally ready to spread wide your wild red wings, it ends. some idiot girl pierces your faggot carapace with her car, or sword, or word in a dead language for fun or for fear & audiences in darkened theatres release a collective sigh as you perish, as credits roll back like eyes & you’re reminded this is a movie, that you die onscreen every night. try & get to that last scene without laughing or weeping or eating the dark alive. BESTIARY charybdis: when i suck in / i make deadly / whirlpools / ask anyone who’s managed / to climb out / alive dragon: patrol or pillage / he exhales and a whole village / burns / iron scaled sentry / guardian of the ivory / tower i wrap my legs around / everyone thinks / he’s a brute / but for me / he lifts his breast plate / for me he welcome the quiver / and the arrow’s teeth. golem: take his hair in your hands / his dead / skin cells / his discarded undergarments / take them / and make of them a new boy this effigy / his likeness and nothing / like him / breathe life into its clenched carapace // my god / i think i saw it / move medusa: when i saw / my face / reflected in terror / in his eyes / i turned to stone / or a pillar of salt watching my village burn / he was the village burning / maybe that’s a different story / maybe in the end only the snakes wept siren: he cries / and i / lashed to the mast of a ship / steer my body toward the sound / sheets bound around wrists and ankles tears make grief / a lighthouse you wear / when i hear him a huge wood wheel turns in my stomach / and i break / open on / his jagged coast werewolf: there are many words for transformation / metamorphosis metaphor / medication / go to sleep / beside the man you love wake up next to a dog / maybe the moon brought it out of him hound hungry for blood / maybe its your fault / or maybe it was there inside him / howling all along
June 5, 2014
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