panto
taking centre
stage
you hold the
knife
to your own
throat
take yourself
hostage
demand a loss of
life
if we don’t pay
out
it’s just a
laugh
oh, no it’s
not
it’s a party
trick
oh, yes it is
saw the lady in
half
can’t see
anything
the tears in my
eyes
the audience upstaged
cries sings
she’s behind
you
I grip the blade
we all bleed
Dark Matter
I have tried to separate
your pieces
and to fix them
into a puzzle
that is the
puzzle of you
as if you are a puzzle
to be fixed
by finding discrete
pieces
discreetly
that form a
whole only to find
there are holes
where pieces do not
fit
or do so
inexactly more parts than sum
you or someone
dropped the mirror
and when you
peer in
it’s pure
Picasso the pain
There are spaces
not bridged gaps fissures
there are cracks
plates shifting
lack of seismic
control tectonic
irregularity
tremors and yet
you are
immovable and unstoppable
All this is
invisible
my antimatter
my Sagittarius
A*
sucking in all
the light
But this is just
science
and since it
does not cannot explain
nor can it paint
a picture of a weeping woman
I hold a shard
up against the light
to see its shape
wonder if this might be
a piece of myself
sharp
enough to make you bleed
warped by the
force of your gravity
