(reluctant to talk on things)
reluctant to talk on things
anythings
because things so often change.
reluctant to curse this wardrobe
these devices
these limp ligaments
falling off me like ligneous elements
falling down & dragging me
because this flesh
sloughs off like dead leaves
and the right root remains.
reluctant to divulge
because the bulge in my neck—
the suffocating fruit
lodged & decaying away—
will rot & dissolve soon enough,
leaving no fossil.
somehow this stain soaks through.
somehow the seed of all
storm & tempest
has broken skin and scarred me.
I am a dying fire.
I am all silt & cinder
smoldering so many crumpled days.
I am a forgotten thing
unnamable.