sharp

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshe eminates odors
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshe's ravenous,
mad
i'll curse her
tomorrow
with distance, she asks
a shove in
the backside
keeps most beasts
a w a y
i'm tattered
i'm lonely
i've nothing
to say
i hope
i can break her
or make her
my clay
i hope
i can tame her
contain her
or blame her
i
only
could touch her
with fingers
with eyes
i
only
could leave her
to keep her
inside
i
only
c' cleave her
to keep her
my knife.

(blank nails resting on the tin floor)