Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Untitled Love Poem

the poet Jamison Gilley once told me
of his penchant for lying naked
in a fetal position

on the cold tile floor
in the bathroom
of his Manhattan loft.

unable to move for hours
waiting to feel something

and feeling nothing, seeing
nothing, being

and I thought
if I could lie down
on some milky black night

and detach my retinas
swiftly, like opening a vein
I could use my mind's eye

to see
how you pulled me in
gutted me

disembowled me
and bled me out
how you opened me


© 2010 Ag Synclair
(Originally published in Gloom Cupboard #118,

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