Twin

If I were to ask you, she said,
how many colors your hair holds
why you bleed as remedy
or for the breadth of your shoe--

do you know that in all the world’s yawning
we would find no other such pairing?

I told her You have been reading, called us
cream and lemon, soap bubble and
breath. But why then (she said) do I find his face
in your secret places? sacred silence? You are glass,
your back silver.

Stop looking for a mother

Stop fingering the curtain--you have years enough for this
self-scrutiny
and maybe you don’t believe in LOVE
but you wont deny me mine goddamn you
say it. Say you love him Ill swear you do
to any wholl listen I know
I know you
cant help being born you--god I wish I wasnt born you

She raised chamomile, hot, his honeyed lips, to hers

Maybe then I wouldn’t have to love him