a poem. a marriage

Publicado por Anónimo

draft
just write it, the book reads.
just wrote it.speak, memory
the story unfolds itself in its many layers
of guilt monologue of dirt.
where is the man who loves japanese girls?
related to that, madness, speak silence.
my silence is gold mountain driving
at sunset. shut up, he says. and i
shut up. silence, memory, but
memories are so many as film stills.
i speak inside, memory, i remember your face
enough to tell a friend- you.
but you are not what i need.
mountains heard the shut cry inside.
panic in ambush. i detest to shiver,
trembling letters in my reply to your
post-it scribblings. oh yes, hoy you post it
to me! shut the door! slam the door
be careful with the stove! i induced him to It,
to go at it, like all sextons, doctors-
open your legs, long long shaved legs and
ending up in boxes. boxes, mom, memory, remember
a book, memory.
so he´s driving my car. i look at the other side.
mountain knives, minimal art of
corten-type steel. the borders inching my
vagina. not enough for you.
so you keep saying-

i´m not saying that.
you´re driving my car
so little i have.
you stammer. so do i. but you are taller,
the leader. you are corten-steel
we enter a cave, you drive
i sit with feet on the front window, widower
i don´t want to have a car crash,
i don´t want to die
anymore.
you post it to me with this is nothing but anxiety
but how much anxiety about YOU driving my life
pistachio green car, or white car, my car,
little and old and odd like a barometer.
you don´t know about freedom.
i feel like dying when you drive me
i speak nonsense instead, about the man
who loved japanese girls.
my legs spread, cutting themselves with crystal-
i´m growing or growing mad like Alice,
or just growing up!but how i grow!
my waist is a cilinder, my ball dress
is utterly mouth, enters the mouth, violet-
my arms longer as i´ve ever seen,
remember, memory?
you shriek. stop the engines, it is night
the steel mountains cut the palms of my hands:
i am dry and self-sufficient.
my head explodes, this part of the head
bigger than i´ve ever been-
my sport shoes (to avoid mud) grow
golden high heels, steel like, stone
to flash your eye. enter your eye,
you, midget-
i am the fire of these mountains, your house,
your dad, your babushka, stammering-
no cry. i am gigantic rock de luxe.
petrified, i smash the car, a block of a woman,
corten-steel that you swallow.
this is a marriage. just marriage, she
repeats, repeats, repeats.