my body is a house with no walls (a pantoum)

The earth is dry and I live by wanting

it is not a violent loneliness     just

defenseless     in the moor of my opened body

all the places I felt your absence it    was residue -

the sap between    trees except I have never been

so raw, except with you    the way the body moves

when it is in love is so tender     please just

hold me     touch me      it is not so much

the drowning    as the attempt to rise

they tell me       but I am always

mistaking the wounded for the water    and the

earth is dry and I live by wanting          like

cain’s wife and all the women without name

it was residue      The way the body moves when it

is in love is so tender     please

carry me     touch me      it is not so much

the drowning as the attempt to rise