And now for something completely different.

Arm your heart with empty
face pressed to face
love like the sewing of flesh
we are knit into becoming
and wear ourselves out of it
here
are my fingers these are
my teeth we
latch onto our undoing
this is my spirit
you can't see it she is
bigger than your eyes can see
she slows my pulse stops me
shivering, dilates
my eyes, wiggles
my ears always
fun at parties when she
wants to be
does not
fear death.
There are no words and
no actions for you from me.
All that I am says nothing for you now but
figure
it out
for yourself.

II.
The Cure For Happiness
The Deaths and the dying of loved ones
once hated
made plain
scraping the frost off the windows
with the heater going my
fingers like little slugs
No coffee is strong enough
to Wake us
I am pressed against the morning
like a tongue on a flagpole
half pulled back
not wanting and wanting
the wild agony I
wait hoping
the warmth of my very breath
is salvation
Love
(like mine for you) is what binds us to Being
blinds ties and fetters but what's more
is not merely the great source of our Happiness, but
the cure for.