Jitter Issue #1
Getting Creative
Incomplete images masquerading as dreamsdanced on the inside of my eyelidstaunting my effort toward sleep and peace
I thought about the telephonefingered the numberseven picked up the receiverimagined your voice andfinding my own
In truth, I knew you would turn me to soft clayif I dialled, so I sculpted your bustcarefullyincluded your warts andvindictive waysgave extra attention to your eyesmade them brighter and slightly widerI wanted you to see meat last
When you were ready I explainedhow I wanted to hurt youhow I wouldn't be sorry, at least notin the traditional senseseveral of the tight metallic bands wereloosened from my chestas I kissed a soft farewellon your drying cheek
When I was done I pummelled youwith a rolling pindrank a glass of cold milksculpted something beautiful from your remainsclimbed back into bed--and slept