dichterliebe 8

zinc metaphor

the equation is simple:

you never existed.

i never

touched your lips.

and i never fit

against your side.

and i never breathed

in

the scent

of your hair.

crawl in, something else,

and strip off this thick sick zinc

whiteness. sounds

choke in the mouth

the light burns

in the throat.

i hate this thing

with its veins like the nile delta.

its thin scalp and

the roots of its hair.

the way it flickers

in the mirror

and i see you there.