the luminosity of fish

the scarlet fish that swims around my
fishbowl esophagus

can see out through the pores of my skin
growing and growing
a bulge in my throat that
keeps me from speaking the words
you want to hear

…that madness that lured you to me like an
angler fish from the depths of my memory,

dark, murky, cold.

yet so, so luminous.


untitled fragment 12/24/2014

this year i must maim memory.
i hold in my lungs the breath
of an entire orchestra, ready
to tell you. but we crumble
like old teeth, and my exhal-
ations are silent. this has
become too much.