So I'm going to read a few new poems and an older
poem and then just end with one more series from the book.
So this poem I wrote long time ago.
It's in the chapbook that I have published as an ebook,
and it's called "Fourth Wall as Spatial Design for Lovers."
"Outside the yard, you're mixing paints
for the new voltage of the body.
How much can you charge her before she rips off
into the night?
Green on blue, red on orange, the difference,
pigment, 1 teaspoon of sun jammed down
the throat of a passerby will not save us.
The Plexiglas is a shield between you and the nude.
Her breasts pucker as she falls asleep in the declining
day, sprawled on the carpet, her most
intimate sleep in your gaze.
You have to wake her to arrange the limbs again,
frozen and drowsy, slightly overweight.
She is as your mother would have been
if she had been someone else, a model, a woman, not a wife.
You circle the house on a wish.
How many directions can you invent her?
Firestorm in the distance, nuggets of rock
break the sky into its elements, blue from yellow,
our bodies from what it takes us to get there.
The paint feels wet through the glass.
It's you, alone in the room in the lessening light, suspended
in her heat, a double image, no face but hair
like a talisman for the wrong gender.
I was sunbathing on the rock face when I said I liked you.
It's easier to cross with our other bodies here,
performing the functional tasks, eating, sleeping, speaking
in each other's ears, ambulation.
A nice walk is profoundly calming.
6:00 AM, the sun charges you, a chemical bath,
two parts your palette hums in its beauty.
Otherwise, we are caustic.
We are planning ourselves in shy light.
The paint covers your body, charcoal on your forearms,
as you throw yourself against the paper.
Wouldn't it be funny to mark yourself to a plane
where a woman owns her sexual organs,
where you fly your own body out as the nude blissed
and in terror?
I watch, my breath regulating, the air traveling
in even waves, a daily swap with yoga
in the chair, in the yard.
Who can say in which direction we will turn?"