Against Elegance

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Brett Shaw

 
 

for Rekha

 

I’m realizing it’s hard to play without music

before me.       In bed, you ask me to tell you

my desires & my mind is an empty stave.      Who knew

 

silence was a glacier’s ache?

The ocean of unsaid

steady, surrounding    this new stage

 

lit, unrelenting

as the curtains break. Your eyes

deeper than the cratered air that stems

 

from my sternum—heavy       damp

breathless. We’re echoes now:

the gravity stalactites desire

 

filling the back of my mouth. What

waterthoughts I’d let harden. Wordless, we haul

the crater up till it’s mobile,

 

till it’s moon. Something to send nostalgic

into orbit. Tonight       we fill it with loss,

fashion myth for lockbox. Beneath which

 

our bodies reach so hard we feel it click.

The way frost first splits         across grass, white

as dying starfish. We extend               into sound.

 

Your jaw alight & ringing

overtone in my hand.

Elegance is the crown

 

molding I fastened my body to,

& here you are            asking to walk off-stage. Exist beyond

a spotlight’s sheen & whatever performance awaits.

 

Haven’t you fixed me

like a hinge

to open to my need.    Finally,

 

the frozen boy is

rushing: oh,     how I hope

we won’t drown.