Candiru1. Not the horror of the thing itself, but the companionship, ![]() the sleekness swimming in water’s private robe. Imagine a fisherman, ![]() up to his waist in current. Imagine Brazil, mire slicking the mouths of ![]() the vampire fish. Translucent as pain, they wiggle up your shorts, ![]() provoked by needle mustaches like visions from Dante. Open the blood ark, ![]() blind child. A tandem world twitches for the suckling at its source. ![]() 2. Father, now there is this between us. Between the house ![]() and the river, a row of teeth, crows wheeling in the white sky. ![]() I played Sheikh all day with my scabbard cutting my legs, ![]() and after school, when the TV doctor rubbed me good in my room, I slithered as no creature ![]() who’s licked his own lips and tasted the house, the river, the delighted crows. ![]() 3. What is that murmuring below the freezer’s buzzing, before all time has shut off ![]() for who knows how long, your face in a square of arctic mist? ![]() Circling the kitchen tiles, your father bedded in your heart pulls ![]() a coverlet over him like a bratty child. The body doesn’t remember water ![]() in the night that surged with tiny teeth. Yesterday at the party, ![]() a song hiccupping upstairs, a girl dead to touch beside you. Pale little fish, ![]() breathe, did you hang your head in her breasts? ![]() 4. South, father. I am going to mud where the women you loved ![]() bathe with open mouths. Sometimes the wind is hot and full of skin ![]() I fight through walking from the front door to the car. Over the riverbank, the trees ![]() plump with sap, the sap in places dribbling gold, flies cribbed there ![]() with their working mandibles. Dad, who was supposed to live in your palace, ![]() eating itself from the inside as we nailed down the flooring? |
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