Points of Pivot

Inside each of us

Is a room. Inside this room

Is another room.

 

Each is smaller than the next.

Nature was not kind

or outside it pulsed

smally like bees inside us

Nature insists on approximation
an intimacy that is mainly repetition

how the body approaches a world safely
but only by making it three

Remember your body stepping away
from what it could not leave
a flower with mannerisms
that mimic

 

unfortunate

you said to me once

 

how our hearts embolden

but cannot cleave

 

at birth each of us is given three hearts

you will have to burn them all

Studies show singularity is a myth.

There is more than one of everything.

Which makes intimacy complicated.

 

As children we understood survival as

a method of posture. It’s difficult to

sustain, to be continual. A body must

sacrifice her surface if it is to remain (&

perpetually) beneath.

Narcissus, who did not tend to it.

Each love is the selfish love.