i wake up i am buffering ///
for a moment there is only my idling
tongue, the clouded eyes in my head, the
amplified clicks of my own jaw /
three blinks and the lens swings softly
into focus; you and i are encased
products of chrysalis fluid /
the wire inside of us coaxed perfectly,
our limbs sitting neatly. proof we
fit together in this anomalous way. fated /
and in this clarity i am able to
admire your intricacies –
[ the thin film just behind the shell of
your ear; the blessed crease of
your eyelid; the soft charcoal of
the shadows our bodies make ]
– in the same way i observe things that
are soft and that have transformed /
in this state i feel nothing that can
weigh me; i don’t even feel the ultimate
betrayal of my own mother /
amidst my fatigue, i manage a small
smile; i indulge in my safety, stare at the
nature of your skin, and decide i will
never tear my eyes away /
i do not remember when we cocooned,
but there is nothing more i’d want to have –
[ the newly emerging thumps of
your heart; the closeness of
vermillion [?]; the gentle parallel of
our blushed palms; reaching ]
– than only a rounded soft halve
of a pupa, made of our beating
feminine flesh
