For Ache

A tight box in the gut;
accordion of nerves
--arms, snapped shut.
Hinge, the relentless mechanism.
No softness, no tender existence
for the tongue to taste.

*

If Jesus hung
for all my strength, I should
hope it not be in vain

Soledad Miranda Appreciation Month

Soledad Rendón Bueno
7/9/43-8/18/70

Disassembling

i

To study the absence of absence;a hereafter void
where darkness is presence without object, without corridors,
new religions; a scriptural

nakedness--blushed


ii

The clockworks have halted their kinetic dance--we try to conceptualize new components out of old, arrange levers like rune bones

---Time mistakes

Chaos

for order


iii

You feel as though the body is rendered useless after its last performance--we speak of bridges burned & aborted love & nothing appears

palpable enough for lengthy conversation

---so we drown the dialogue down our throats

just to produce a void again

Scenes of Endangerment

A windowless eye to black-out beautiful nothingness
[note the disappearance of a body
the mute God calls into soil]

Time & space cannot forget the brown root (hold me)
or conch (unheld) or in suspension, the ripe apple in September,

like dew, turns downward. Panic is produced
in the breath, born, expires as aftermath fires enraged,
bellowing text
in the throat

--------- tongue holds the presence of isolated spit
[she loves the pronunciation of quiver
small vibrato
an avalanche
formed in the slits her eyelids; staccatic dance]
…the awakening of a film occurs