Have you done this before
Because you’re sure of yourself
and not afraid of anything?
You cut yourself in the kitchen and let it bleed,
It’s an irritant it doesn’t hurt
Pass out drink and almost smother yourself, laugh it off
Fall down you are a mass of bruises, so what
You like the tender, almost flowers,
The sweetness of your breath
To forget, or remember wild things in bright bursts
You were watching, you want to say, to tell that you were watching
That you can’t help your eyes being filled with clouds
Pricked by stars
You were hurt also.
How beautiful is a girl named Milly who is two?
Her brothers Harrison and Daniel their grandfather who clutched them
Please, he said, please
The girl named Milly’s mouth opened and bloomed the red chrysanthemums that mean love.
You didn’t mean to, or hadn’t thought about taking her whole life and theirs,
Every desire every tear every day in the world that has swallowed them whole,
No, they said but you didn’t hear them over the singing in your
rushing, living head.