The child of sweat and coal
Bread and milk
are dutifully listed
I stare
at the fat bulge veins
on the blue vein
bulge back
vein back of my hand
I part them
my mind parts them, blade
parts them
parallel bled
The fire is coming through at last
coals cussed and coaxed, I imagine
some black hearted longing for oblivion
since long before they were worded
or even dreamed
I strain and strain
in the sweat rivulet skirted
arch of a back and in half light,
my knees wide apart, scream without sound
birthing a twisted wish