Janet Jackson Page 3
unmatchable
I pull out my patched I
There's a new cut in it, bleeding gently, persistently
I try to suture it, but the stitches hurt more than the blade—that blade made a clean, sparkling pain, a sudden fizz, a breath-catch—
I try to anaesthetise, but numbness is unthinkable, terrifying, now, after that blade
so I give up and leave the cut to bleed. It's the first time I've tried this. The cut will heal in its own way—slowly, I suppose, with multiple levels of soreness and aching—
ooze, bloom, branch, become a structure, an unlikely sculpture— antler, feather, delta, twirl-twig tree-limb— fascinating, unmatchable, gnarly, unpredictable, lovelier than fractal—
grown from an old carved name, traced and tried by many hands From my chapbook 'q finger', PressPress 2011
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