Visual art by Han Byel Kang.
In the barn: bare-chested, teeth clenched,
shaved scalp opens to the sky-
Brain falls out, unraveling yarn
across the scattered hay.
If I may bother you for a light,
this dry and dead grass will become
the nature of my chapped body.
I dig:
Tearing open my abdomen like a stuffed animal.
Sand pours out of me, tears
of unpolished glass for all the cuts,
abrasions of delicate songs. Cavalier
who breathes but has no lungs.
pig blood on the knuckles,
nail varnish for the senseless.
doves of the dirt,
ecstasy for the hurt.
It keeps coming:
fire-white crystalized infections
tampered with by disintegrating words.
mounds turn to mountains of sand.
Pucker the whites of my eyes.