In this
sterile unforgiving room
time is dripping
slowly across my face and over through tiles
blue
(a composed order of
repetition in cracked veins)
its webbing so paper-thin so
marble translucent
Covers
spidery fingers like a
death shroud fading
numb and complacent in a forgotten pirouette
Now goes through my head are
childhood memories of pirouettes
in dust and
sunbeams and lounging in the
bath, water dripping
off my face like wax and
edible catharsis fading
down eyebrow, down eye, down nose
soapy and blue
Innocence in the face of life seems
translucent
Within the depths of princess let’s-pretend veins
In this sterile unforgiving
room the nurse attaches veins
to IV,
somnambulant fluids spiraling dancers’ pirouette
through waiting arms,
blood and despair pumping translucent
desperate. Soon this
life inside me will be dripping
past secret
caves of feminine and warm clotted blue
I wonder, will I feel it
fading…
The trains
rushing past me screamed as I faded
through layers of
drug and consciousness, sleep in veins
slaughtered and intangible with
electric blue
narcolepsy—my thoughts are thoughts are not pirouetting
from the lack of you and your hurt inflicted dripping
over gauze psyche in
morphine-soaked translucence.
In this sterile unforgiving room I awake translucent;
The
invisible woman
in utero, her insides fading
pained across stretched bellies calms me as blood falls dripping
from
violated thighs; baby reaching hateful towards veins
of cold and ice, and its mute death cries pirouette—
razor sharp, piercing,
stale blue.
Now bruises haunt at night, whispering blue
across the landscape of dreams, something translucent
and skittery dark (
Halloween again; we pirouette
through one more year of hand-clench black fading
out constricting
veins)
My thighs are damp again with blood; excavated,
dripping
In this sterile pirouetting room of cold and blue
drugs dripping behind my
eyes; lifeless, uncaring, translucent
I watch you pulled from me, fading past
emotion to be cradled in death’s veins.