Letter from Javier

[Generalkaos]

Fear for me, my bright and hasty love
My mouth will not open on these words
which lodge like jagged ice cubes in my
narrow closing throat

The night has returned to work its quiet
alchemy upon my trusting face
whose lines grown hard stare back
at me from mirrors and the surfaces of
polished spoons My hair has grown
out and out will keep growing downhill
until I am young again

Think of the necks of bottles They do not
strain They are never burned by nooses
They are elegant perfect No rolls
of fat or creases of shame How perfect
they are

And your neck It is high and slender It
reaches bends toward me as you listen I
think of it sometimes at night when I am
quiet with myself.

Now I am gone Draw a needle through
the grooves in my face They will tell my
secrets with a beat that you can dance to.

[Generalkaos]

LETTER FROM JAVIER


Dear one
my mouth will not open on these words
lodged in my throat like cubes of ice from
society parties

My neck is long and lean but I have no
chin The night has stolen it I think Something
thick and dark as coffee but cold submerges me
hides me from the gods

My face
Its lines are much harder now They stare back at me
from mirrors and the surfaces of
polished spoons
My hair has grown out and out
will continue growing downhill
until I am much younger

Think of the necks of bottles How perfect they are
They do not strain They are never
burned by nooses
They are elegant without rolls of fat
or creases from shame

Rice wine once pooled
above your clavicle Did you
see the ladder of my spine? Did
you climb it in secret?
Some nights when I am
quiet with myself I wonder
these things

The grooves on my face
are for sound My secrets
are arranged along
a beat It?s a good one Dance to it