Built a wall paneled with earlier goodbyes
urgent as to-do lists twenty lines long
Love bejeweled in tackier remedies:
ruby pout sealed wartime porn discretion.
My mother remembers
you rounded your shoulders to hide your height
Secrets refuse scabs and once I was not convinced
all wounds are sticky moans:
adhesive to the day when,
the place where.
Other girls spontaneously abort hymens
same ruby on backseats
like words you give me
wet distorting into chaos.
I was there when and never understood
how it happened
on my back saw everything
and cannot manage understanding.
Today’s words wet running
through my fingers, puddled chaos
Man becomes Man in the wilderness,
enlarged by its sustenance.
Pluck from it dreams for yourself, boy,
boil them, chew and swallow each bite
before the next.
The next might not be necessary.
darlene anita scott