Knife In Water
The darkness of thought - knife in water
imagine that kind of jump
where body can
vanish in liquid
I crave that kind of
going
Imagine me knifing the water each time I say goodbye -
I re-read the ending of The Anthropology of Water
and do not remember that the final image
is of a dying cat -
The cat is looking out from very far back in its eyes now, from a huge room where everything is running slowly away
- and then -
The soul of a cat is mortal.
- and then -
It does its best.
Think about Anne Carson's imagined dead and real dead - and then add self to that
A hacking cough that results in a claw-footed tub in your toilet
the words
tangle knot
find purchase to foot on - there
is beauty in the glass knife piercing your rib cage
What is best? -
The dying distance themselves from the living - not
because they are afraid of infecting us with their death
but because they may want to turn back
paths become dangerous backwards
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