Sertraline - I

 

 

One never strays beyond the possibility of return. (C. Aria)

 

 

Love, this is a pity

grovel for beauty

when the bomb

would suffice. Some

-thing in the color of

an accent, its sowed

parsimony—wracked

attics where the tick

worsens in dormancy

& if you say affection

is a primer for ownership

then what bargained

quarantines do I apply

to my ache? No light

may reign me and still

I want to be blue with

you. A base, brutal balding

of pain across the surface

& conceit of every known

fear. Estás durmiendo en otro

país. God embodied is

a deadened blade, exists

as a shape subtracted from

its occasion. Once upon

a child, I was splendid

gestalten. A furious

chiaroscuro. In therapy

someone says depression

is when a body turns

into a robbed grave.

Analogia entis doesn’t

warm back your tea 7

hours after you failed

to unzip your wrists again

It just stills the wings of

a rook caught in the wrought

iron of your window. Its black

glows each feather in the shape of

new blood bordering your eye