22 February 2008
tenderness
haiku arrhythmia
your moon always rises
your waters tremble my nostrils
don’t be ashamed
just touch
my acupuncture points
children talk quietly
along the meridians
kissers never stop kissing
and my father who never drew a picture in his life
in the dissolution of senility
paints the air with his hands
mobile
and moving marble
he was white white white
until I opened his mouth