nakhes
“Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.”
If I were broken, would you tell me?
Or do you prefer it this way? Lopsided,
a bit sloppy. Forgetful and damp.
What was said does not matter-
the things that are easily measured
with a Protracter never die.
Death is the only thing that interests me.
Strike me on the head and make it swift.
I want to see the stars swim before I scream.
If I were broken, would you tell me?
Or would you let me figure it out on
my own? A bit slow, a bit frisky.
I feel everything tenderly as if it were
my left breast. I’m always clutching that side
in the shower. I see myself in the mirror and
wonder, what am I doing? Holding my heart.
Possessing myself with one palm. Pounding!
That terrible sobbing through the door!
If I were broken, I would not want you to tell me.
Most things are best discovered on one’s own.
Like the willing pulse of one’s body. Hand, finger,
navel, thigh. A sigh like water; curses run cold.
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