STICHOMANCE
“First turn to me… you come inside me sideways as always”
—Bernadette Mayer
maybe the rose
is lettering
absence
maybe the rose
is triumphant
blue instrument
having rushed down to the river
to see my own image
pretending not to believe in lies
condemned as i am to partial blindness
having tattooed lines for
earth my elective scar
maybe the rose
is divining a framework
to restructure all
wordless deficiencies
teased by yr succinct
cock baby
this poem’s a stichomance
my only hate my only
love you come sideways
you come all morning
but never arrive