old electra and young oedipus
Written @ 10:02 p.m. on 2011-12-12
1.
slippery and
never in your hands--
but your hands are small
and feeble
made to trace outlines
of love
with love
too weak
and too proud
of that same
home-made
weakness
cannot grasp
will not hold
slowly dancing all alone
swinging hips
at the tips
of someone's toes
lost belongings, you think,
somewhere at home
you'll make do with this daddy, too
and let him choke you sick
for one moment
of relief
in his flooding
burning
panic
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2.
slippery
and smiling
with mouthfuls of trying
to be true
take this, keep it
all of this piece,
this piece of all
you will not ask and won't be told
you'll know what you want to know
you're always, never,
on your own
you found hands with no hold
you found hands to match your bones
and you're the one that made them so
you cage wild birds to let them go
you think you're bored
you want some more
there's so much more
and more
of more
you think you're bored
you're never, always,
on your own
not good enough for her
or mom,
something scares you
about home,
something that you want and don't
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