June 6, 2003

The edges of your skin might give out a metallic cry, who knows! The edges of your skin might give out a sob, who cares! Your fingers hurt against the wood. The wood smells of waves and sand. "Bitch, why don't you spread your knees."

Pain penetrates you drop by drop
Pain penetrates you wave by wave
In penetration
There is only pain.

A piece of the sky floats in your eyes. There is no bird in the sky of your eyes. The fingers on your knees tighten their grip. The salt on the skin would have loved to cling. "Bitch, how long does it take to move your knees."

Pain penetrates you drop by drop
Pain penetrates you wave by wave
In penetration
There is only pain.

There are times when windows provide no respite. A bird is in the sky of your eyes. The bird will never find the sea. The fingerprints on your bones begin to speak. "Bitch, why don't you spread your knees."

Pain penetrates you drop by drop
Pain penetrates you wave by wave
In penetration
There is only pain.

Your torso under fingertips. Your shoulder blades touch the floor. The skin begins to shriek. Your tongue doesn't care to speak. "Bitch, how long does it take to move your knees. "

Pain penetrates you drop by drop
Pain penetrates you wave by wave
In penetration
There is only pain.

Words need space to breathe. Fingers clutch at sand. Little girl, begin to count instead. In numbers, you find solace. "Bitch, why don't you spread your knees. "

Pain penetrates you drop by drop
Pain penetrates you wave by wave
In penetration
There is only pain.

One... two.. three... four...
The skin is on the edge of a hill

Five...six...seven...eight...
The sea will never be the same

Nine…ten…eleven…twelve
The sky smells of skin

Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... ten...
The knees have begun to speak

 
Twelve... thirteen... fourteen...
It will be hard to learn to walk again.