Without Punctuation
How does it make you Feel that people can practice magic With our bodies without even trying It makes me feel Terrified and holy Without punctuation I grow angry when I’m landlike Inseminated I grew long and unmothered But Once I woke up a mother And no one could unmother me I could give and give until I screamed with giving My giving began in a soft place My giving began full of yeses Then poof and my giving Just was And a person I loved was here and I was replaced With a person I had little feeling for I dreamt him wordless then made him without words The spell was in me and the spell was wordless I end all my days now without words for common objects I point and drag my throat behind I gave up beauty Not to say I’m no longer beautiful I have my moments It fleets and fleets anonymous behind its grocery cart My poetics no longer involves itself with beauty, which isn’t truth, isn’t even A virtue I prefer the literal One of the first words is mole Because of my Untidy body