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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The Best Part

the best part, you sonofabitch,


is looking for the exact word


to use like a ear bud


or sharp salad fork --


the exact word that dangerously, delicately


and exactly gets to the tiny shrimp, the hidden olive


the waxy crumbs of feeling


that fighting you and loving you


shake loose from heart and ear.


 


The exact word is a powerful word


and we scratch it into the ceiling


with diamond eyes hardened by waiting


and forgotten contact lenses; 


Mine is "when?"


Yours: "how long?"


 


Exact words aren’t Comforting words;


Those we use for pillows at night;


minebeautifuluswe


are dams of warmth and memory that


keep us from drowning


in waiting and the silence of


craning ears, for our sounds:


my footstep, your key in the door.


 


Truth, my man.


This looking for words like rafts


to row over the ocean of reasons-why-its-difficult


tells me that no matter what,


we shall float, two coconuts landing at the same shore


(Cocos nucifera: high tolerance of salinty, preferring high humidity)


become two trees curving with words like birds walking squawking


in our oiled hair-- timesunlightwalkredwinemashed potato


quietsex LOUDlovebabiesmineyoursourshappy--


two trees living, eyes closed smiling, wow and always on our lips.