TO DRY MY FEAR

Then, since you fell asleep, I thought,
I wish I could do an autopsy on him, I wish
I could tear him into feathers,
you were silent and inattentive,
it was when I said a pretty phrase and put it away
you gave me a hullo-goodbye kiss
I hugged you very hard like a towel,
so as not to fall out of the kiss or the bath,
a souvenir kind of kiss
to dry my fear.

In every corner of the earth
I find your words scattered.
I have learnt to be wrong.

Dark outlines portray the night
and place us
out of reach.

I send spying glances
I walk rivers while you're asleep
to meet you.

What wouldn't I give to pull your life out
by the roots.

What wouldn't I give to close my eyes
in your calm.

What can I do now coming back
from the planet of your arms.

They won't accept me.

They don't understand my outlandishness.

Shapes have changed,
they spread out in flames.

They can't contain themselves.

You left me a passion
which is no good now to anyone.

That memory -
I cut it off, turned it round, rubbed it out.

Transformed, disguised
there it was like a rope

            chafing my neck

shattering any light in the present.
Imprinting on life
                    impossible larvae.

So everything goes, love
navigating this wide, streaked world.

You'll fly over the aquatic outlines
you showed me.

I'll stay to decipher the dawns.

If we meet,
how close the world is.

A beautiful city binds us
with its shadow.

I will be punctually in sight
at the time set and described by the sun.

HOTHOUSE

Neither the diamelas nor the lilies
Nor the orchids
The chamomile   the clinging creeper
Would affect my weak heroine
I knew neither meadows nor wheat fields
I'm lost in words that grow in a different garden
Fecund is the odor of fantasy
I discover so many animals are missing from the human pack
I don't even get up