thetis against the dream-chest of jupiter
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
thetis against the dream-chest of jupiter
the names of things
bloom in my mouth
you are unthinged
indescernible untouchable
fog in a body you
you
are estranged from my mouth
i couldn’t let you in if i tried i am digital & throatless with you
both of us having entered the body tectonic
so deep as if to lose it
fog
the names of Things
bloom in my mouth
pressurized & angeled like trumpet sound
you do not hear it
we are jazz-sounds
in a dark room
body instruments only of breath
and loose strings
the namelessness of the thing
you said things cannot continue
when we name them
but i wrote the other day
they don’t exist until we do
it could be that
continuing and existing
are two different gestures
existing terminably
you can continue abstractly
unthinged
i dreamt last night primal where i was safe
i cannot stop remembering this chest imaginary
to lie my imaginary head on
the man was three times my size
sometimes inside me, the sun sets
and the owls sing
questions in the form of air raid sirens
the allegory of the End of Days
regenerate
i realize all at once
i am wholly alone in my body
a figure alone in a dark room
I couldn’t let you in if i tried
you find me in the bathroom floor with my head in my hands
i don’t know if you will ever be let in
even though sometimes i am throated
i am practicing opening and closing the lion mouth
the lived-in mouth
i am gently controlling my animal instincts
push, pull
it is hard work this primal approximation of love
it is hard work
my desires are taking form & shape in the material world
strange rumblings & subconscious fruit
i used to want a man
that smelled like rum
when i leaned in now
i just want
some hands
in my hair
a man 3 times my size
if named, would it be as delicious?
that’s what i meant when i asked you
if you were closing the door i was asking if it was still delicious
i hope you never know me
i keep my distance
i love the stink of it
love it all love
