Network, rhythm, whole:
A part of me says ––
Beset me with honey;
she pulls the bedsheet along
her newly-shaved claves;
she never loses her erection.
A part of me is
the still damp air in a party balloon;
he smiles with his hand over his mouth
because he has braces and is exquisite
to no one.
A part of me wants
to quiver, full of arrows
and smell the fletching hair
of so many men.
A part of me fears
his mother dying and the lozenge
that will stick in his throat because of it.
I am standing on the pile of firewood
clearing the drains of mud with a stick.
I am taking on a responsibility.
A part of me has its eye on the time.