Postcard 115

and now your salt is in my blood
your breath my breath
your breath my breath
we cannot be wise and whole
we cannot be both wise and whole
we must practice discernment
I throw myself to you
like a body down
upon wet rocks - impact
and shatter, cliffwise
and now I am ground
into your bones
your breath my breath
your breath my breath
we move. I thrust beneath
your skin - between
we cannot both be whole
your breath my breath
your pain my breath
oh my brother oh my sister
and now your breath is in my head
your breath my breath
your will...
we must practice discernment
I drag across you like gravel -
a million small cuts
and now my salt is in your blood
can we not both be wise?
your breath my breath
your breath my breath
and now I stomp myself into
the bottoms of your feet -
heavy marching miles
grit in teeth - we move
your breath my breath
your blood my blood
oh my brother oh my sister
we cannot be both wise and whole
your breath my breath
your breath my breath
and now I impale myself
upon your discernment