ephphatha/concept.

recession, you can wade into deep
water and the shore hides the sky
so merciful to blinded wandering:
i told myself i'd be the girl who
cried the prettiest and fearfully

gave in to the ivory knife before
the cycling snow crept over still
eyelids, lashing me, and that was
the end of that lifetime, and you
didn't stop talking & today's our

birthday-- and then there was, as
it were, a lacuna.. redbreastened
moistener that makes fools of us,
oh time and the march and all the
unforgiven, bustling linguistics;

i don't care how ugly i am & much
less how beautiful i've become as
it's got all too much shining ill
like sexuality so i suppose water
is the appropriate image: respect

and full-stop automata, mechanic-
al fellowship or am i even talked
out, all given in to the hysteri-
cally militant camp (which i'd so
love to null) that what's growing

in me is not a girl & not a youth
yearning to breathe, but somebody
shut down my solitary confinement
and i'll tell you one true thing:
monosyllable glossolalia repeats.