11: April 2016 #04 - Ruins
Authored by Joyce Nancy
Ruins
by Joyce Nancy
If you hold onto my body it will tell you different things: I want & please, run your fingers along my sharp edges— hip, incisor, eye-socket, know me solid like that or, I’m lost receding into the ruins of a past life, where (I’m sorry) somebody else fucked this up before you got here or, hold tighter even if it hurts & look at me, here, awake staring into your eyes & finally I believe you or, every night when you leave the same dream starts to play, I’m sliding down hallways of an old house, searching for an exit, & my body knows what I don’t, betrays me, waits all day to get back to the dream, wants to see what it can find under all that dust.