i love it. especially "more here, less there". one day...

The clawed feet on the bathtub say yes
there is someone else who wants to run
submerged
and with clean hair

As I travel in that vat with all the dirt
that won't get off
that won't go down
which jumps back on

between my toes when I am hurried
between my legs when I am not

I am reminded that you were always hurried
between my legs
and I come easier now

that you're not around to do it wrong

Hello and ha! You got me. You can call me Mona

How's the librarian with those seams?

Between the constant barrage of questions, there is a look
that says, "I am here"
In the absence of one, there is another
who says, "Body of a goddess, you are no widow"

Sounds spread like wildfire among the mouths of scavengers
stealing sympathy and discovering rules
Break them and they will try to take her life, too
As if in homage to another

But the goddess is no widow
She does not want for solace, but for time
And the buried look of the other will speak no sympathy
But only of a desire to walk through emptiness

with full hands