Calypso
by Derek Ellis
the woodland sheets the rising
the thumbprint in the shattered egg
the cooked bacon now cold now warm again
no-strings called-off constant sunset
in the back of throat or mind
no knowledge left but of the indistinct
a blessedness seen in waiting
my last curd of blindness I will not let go
if I murder let me murder
what graphs are on your hands
what intimations slash madness
I need to see my friends
speak birds speak fire speak botany
into the cavern of my right ear
no one bigger is going to break me
my breaking will be my breaking
then cover me in fabrics
the petals I never cared for
let earth do the brunt of memory
I’m under where you sit
I don’t know how you keep it together
from the beginning I said I would leave