Monday, April 17, 2006
This is my signal of testimony: raised hand; cold heart.
I face you on the day of our union
looking past you because I cannot really see.
Our hands are joined
you are holding tightly
mine are outstretched
reaching past you because I cannot really hold.
Your voice is distinct and earnest
all the things you pledge should draw me into you
my ear is turned
hearing past you, because I cannot really listen
Fixed smile: painted red and white
Glass eyes: bejeweled blue and orange
my hair is dark and perfect
my lips are smooth and sealed
ornaments in hand
pierced ears and nose
flowers, fruit and wine decay in my lap
intimacy with stone.