IN WHICH SHE PAYS FOR HER TARDINESS

    There was a kink in the thing that was a girl
    It wasn't enough
    There was a mutt in the girl but it wasn't enough
    It wasn't enough ENOUGH ENOUGH for what
    It wasn't enough FOR ANYTHING TO BECOME TRUE ENOUGH
    TO LIVE ON EVEN THE TINIEST LITTLE BIT
    There was a stool on the girl but nothing happened
    There was a loom in the light
    There was a loom in the light but nothing was allowed to come of it
    Because it wasn't sweet it was
    SOMETHING BURROWING THROUGH THE DAY
    Another day came It became a sore ONLY
    POETRY STARTS TO KNOW WHAT A DAY IS
    I was not among the things it was
    There was no room for me
    Others were there
    They were enough.
    I was a sock filled with rubble 
    CROTCH
    I was the shaft some light filled
    I was a skin
    They filled me with something
    I was a LUNG
    There wasn't enough for her to go around
    There wasn't enough of her
    She was a DISH
    A LATE HAND
  

    EVERYTHING UNDER THE SKY IS POSSIBLE
    JOY
    She felt like everything inside
    Once you got inside something started to happen
    I was a rock PLUGGED
    I was a hole EMPTIED
    I carried myself I wended my way I caused my own footfalls
    I was a device I caused my existence CROTCH
    Nothing has got necessarily to do with anything else
    There was a horn in the girl A RAMPART
    It was too complicated
    BRANDING
    To be named.
    To be altered.
    To exist.
    I could try to get to know you.
    Find out who you really are.
    Apprise myself of what you are.
    Keep abreast of yer
    GLAMOUR
    MY BRAINS COULD BE USEFUL IF I DIDN'T FORCE THEM TO FEEL
    A carcass is a widgeon big enough for one.
    The beauty of the ocean.
    The lovely weather we've been having.
    Because there is no music, the words might unfurl from their mouths like
    A scroll.
    A skiff IS a corpse.
    Your face was like milk poured into the sea. You spilled your drink on the
    Ground and took your shirt off to clean the ground. I licked you. I licked
    Your low back JOHNNY. | licked my way up your back bowed low.
    It was a night. There have already been enough nights.
    I have loved you forever. There will never be enough. I was bleeding
    When we finally fucked i forgot. Being a person. Walking away.
    You smell.
    I could become a hole for time to pass through me
    Or eat me.
    Wrap me in sailcloth, make me a paper, a reflective thing. Entrust me
    With loaded days, prime me like an ether, charge me with a salve or
    Unfinished minutes, fuck me so I can keep on disappearing.
    THE MASSED AIR
    Weighs on me like a pillow.
    A pillow of salt. Nothing can hide me. 
    Have me. 
    Overnight they grew purple with blood. In the morning nothing was left. 
    COULD THERE BE A NIPPLE IN THE DAY. 
    Something to flow out of. 
    A knowing that could make us. That could save us. 
    A way of feeling. 
    A form. A formula. A feeling. 
    The very ends of light are to hold you fast. 
    I hate the beautiful air. Slow shadows scrawling their way. 
    A drawl hangs upon the air. 
    Something you get OVER. 
    Something that in time you get over. 
    To be a chit wiving the wind. To wash. To wash away. 
    A gloss shimmers below what happens and speaks also. Grave flickers my 
    Delight. Cedars, cowls, ampoules, all of you put a fist in the applesauce. 
    You crush water, lop the halves, pining for them limpid and clear, and
    Yet. 
    The event bleeds into time before it gets there. 
    He locked you in the bathroom and peeled off your rubber pants and 
    Fucked you on the sink so hard it broke away from the wall. The end. 
    To speak tears an asshole into the air. You couldn't come. It's a slot for 
    Your thinking, the rigid wavelength of your voice leaving me, leaving
    Me. A finer puce is another way to hurtle a wattle of the real. Or you could 
    TRY to be a vintner of it, and cultivate it, and care for it. If it decides 
    It needs you. Wants you. Except you're the stain on everything, or the 
    Thing between the dike and the water, delaying the disaster is what your 
    Body's for MY GREAT HEALTH 
    The air is not unless you circulate it.
    Boils with fish. I bury my hand in your apple-dark. Language ripples 
    Outward. Your quickened palm. I am as dark as you when I close my 
    Eyes to breathe. I shoot liquid.
  

    We can put the book between us and see each other by virtue of it. But 
    Still not know what of our hide our wants beveled.
  

    A slut for you.
    

    Liber, live, leaf, liberty, libra, leave, liver.
  

    Even the melon weeps. And it is enough for us. And I am redeemed. A 
    broken vessel in a pot of parts that work me. A pot of parts that break me 
    and work me and break. 
    The place where a bobolink nods is worse than the blank gash in you 
    That doesn't even recognize you and doesn't care but eats your emeralds 
    Anyway because if they stank of your incursion they could begin to signify. 
    They could begin to die. And then you'd never be alone again. 
    But to ram it up and constantly is not a repair. 
    Let's pretend it's night. Let's pretend we're about to begin. 
    The spittle of righteousness, the north, the law, vigilance agog, we are 
    Clanging against the forge, unparcelling that of which we have been 
    Made. 
    Because martial knowing has taken away from the cell its humility. 
    Tend Water. Formulate if honey could be intelligent, Put to use even the 
    widowed Instant of a shadow causing the twinge of your knowing ending,
    Because without us, WITHOUT USE WHAT IS A THOUGHT 
    She is only ever the exact shape of her thought because it obliterates the 
    Ground upon which it keens when falling into flower in her. HE THREW A 
    TUNGSTEN LAMP AT HER AND IT BROKE AGAINST HER BUT THEY 
    LOVE EACH OTHER. If they love each other, for whom is it to define, or 
    Defy their love. LET THEM BE like provisos we could always undue IF 
    The time comes.


    
Ariana Reines
    
  
a little about me