Grizzled cheek in hand
Eyes caught between a gaze and fixation
Analysis floating just above fear's cold fingers
I see you.
One became two by four
Lumbered bread of relationship
Building material that could be held
*and* checked for faults
Wood cannot build itself
So I step back
I can stack and add
But the cutting is beyond me.
Still, I try
With the grain;
Against the vein
My sap hot and dripping
Congealing into flumes and parapets
That naked feet crush
and are cut by
Blood and sap and sawdust
Hardened resined mosaic that I pick up
And fashion into a broach for the three of you
Wondering if it will light up with your heart;
Or ice over with rejection
or, worst of wall-
Sit unchanged
I sit cross legged and try to connect
with terror-firma.
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