I am not Salvador DaliIf I was Salvador Dalí I would have swallowed paint when I was a baby so my insides could match my subconscious. I would have colored my kidneys lilac and the birdcage of my ribs white gold and the length of my large intestines all the endless blues of the sea.More Like This
If I was Picasso I would have packaged up my innards like Moving Day, vacuum-sealed to preserve freshness. I would have squared away my trachea in cubes, hung my lungs from the rafters on clothes hangers and draped a billowing white sheet over my heart. I would have slid my nose three inches to the left and flattened all three of my dimensions to meet your expectations.
If I was da Vinci I would have carved open my diaphragm to show you where you fit inside. If I was van Gogh I would have given you my own ear like a bouquet, so that you could carry with you what delights in the crystal chandelier of your laughter. If I was Warhol, I would have packed myself into soup cans and delivered the entirety of my being to your vision, me
Ding dongDing dongMore Like This
A burning we will see tonight.
Ding dong the witch is dead,
pussy in the deep dark well.
Harvest a green witch.
Weak is the knife held by the child.
But the Greenman will sew up the chasm
which you planted,
which I plaited
Into a belly of winter wheat.
Do you have to tear?
I have no liking for pain
despite the scars,
despite the seams.
There can be no knowledge without the knife
but did you have to tear?
Ocean's SongForgive my weakness, woman,More Like This
and my albatross-hands that roam
from island to island, in search of rest.
Forgive me also
for my fish-school eyes, they dart from side to side
in search of something that glitters - prey
or the great white Kraken, or both:
"I have wrecked too many ships, and seen
them scream, I have held them like a lover;
come, my children," it tempts, and lies
softly at the bottom of the sea, singing.
Forgive my oceanic absence,
and the lapping and the lapses of my tongue;
it writhes in my mouth like the Kraken -
a treacherous, twisted creature
is love, and I do, make no mistake.