Obscene and Obscure

I am tuned until my strings 

rattle on the breaking point. 

This is where my notes are clear. 

I kiss you so you'll look at me with your eyes closed.

 I fuck you so I don't have to sleep alone. 

Do you like the way i shudder beneath your hands?

The dead birds pile on the sidewalk. 

They are limp and soft, your hand in mine. 

When the weather is dry and cool 

they don't grow maggots, just grow hard 

and stubborn and dead.

When they say Persephone loved Hades 

I remember the boy who 

dug inside my hollow hips with his tongue. 

If you think of somewhere else you forget 

your twitching body, a rabbit in a snare, 

rigged up like electro-convulsion, 

just another therapy. 

I wonder if we starve ourselves to be cavernous 

to make our echoes self contained 

because we have more flesh 

than we'll ever be able to reclaim. 

I have scratched away all the skin 

you've touched but I remember you 

when the water in the shower fills my lukewarm mouth.