Sunday, May 26, 2019

CHALLENGER DEEP



Collections down on the bottom that we did not know / shone a light but he tries to tell us out of a crisis / don't think this / this whole time the floor of the Mariana Trench
It was yenning for that trash / passings go on and on above the trench in an ache that will not dip, settle / but now that part is holding some slim heaps -- rubbed off signs on tin cylinder--thighs can crush these so easy -- heaving boards -- is it a bag or is it a harder red solid [a crate] can't be seen well by ours -- / the trench cradling this and more all down deep in wet black 






No light when hours end in Moody Gardens / in Galveston / pyramidal & glass is stacked to make it
No light but the animals still moving inside / no one looking at but they are there breathing /
Thronged with nursing rooms / Triangle 3 holds the Arapaima
They pull their bodies up in water like they might not be able to turn, holding weight -- that large
A scale from them for a nail file / A tongue from them scrapes Guarana / Their cousins are Cichlid holding babies safe in a male's mouth also
White slips out from females' head babies feeding on it / To think of them small lapping in this white from breathing red-lined, nothing-warm bodied Mom









These things in a head of a girl / knows they're under hi-glass sieving water thru gills same the minutes that she's supine / swelling with this
He's loud moving into this space / ruddying on his face been downing Materva and scent's on his breathing / tamping his body down into their sateen he makes it smell a fold of sweat / some red glitter from another body on the cheek / lips raw bulging been mashed between palm and teeth / she does not know why & heat's bothering /
flips his own face into hers but that / that / is as much as he will do














Own teeth of hers if you could calcify beads of a blackberry / make them mineral / s
Palatial mouth / studded on the gumline
Letting little in / some air not enough though



Asked for all this / yeah / to settle in her chink
Refuse / dross in him / too much piling / she is collecting
Holds onto so much to the thinking of the A. Gigas that want to pull a thing like herself down to a bottom where they feed / They are big enough
Clamps down on the things that fall in / she sleeps in it /  all down deep in wet black sateen

BREAKING & ENTERING / Joy Williams

‘In continuity there is a little of everything, in everything else.’ “WIZ,” Willie said. “SKY. SEA.” She erased the invisible marks with her...