to comfort the disturbed
and to disturb the comfortable, this is water.
“bureaucratic kindness,” so I embrace this.
look in the eyes of the richest man and ask him what he has.
fake flowers in real hair, like a tightly woven knot that’s slowly unravelling.
l’amour du ciel,
his hands become animals on my spine.
something opens without
my having touched it,
failure strips away the inessential.
failure that comforts.
failure that embraces.
failure that is charity.
failure that is a former knot at the base of your spine, that becomes something else.
slippery and so certain.