Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tania León - Mistica (2003), with Adam Kent
I know more people dead than people alive,
my insomniac answer to self-addressed prayers
is that in the small hours even God drinks alone.
My self-portrait; gray locks in the beard, red eyes
burning back in the mirror, the truths of grooves
and nicks on my face, one missing tooth.
I'm a man who's gathered too many addresses,
too many goodbyes. There's not much money
or time left to keep on subtracting from my life.
Except for needs I can pack everything I have
into my old black sea-bag. To all the bloods
I'll raise a bourbon, plant my elbow on the bar
and drink to the odds that one more shot
won't have me wearing a suit of blues.
I'm so exposed, with you all of me is at risk,
and if that's only one side of being in love
that's the one deep down that proves it.
Here you are sleeping with me, narcotic as night,
naked as an open hand, and the skinny of it is,
what makes you think I am afraid of this
when I once lived in a cave, moss on the cold wall,
all my bones scattered across the floor.
from Alpha Zulu (Ausable Press, 2008)