Love Letter
on a street bench
in a white skirt, with short hair
a girl reads a letter
a three-ton truck drives past her, off from the city heading south
a middle-aged man
who wears flannel comes over
carrying a cello
In the Delivery Room
in bloodsoaked sun
I open my mouth to devour you
devour
kisses and slaps in the face
tear apart bodies in copulation
wolf down flesh and blood of chaos
devour
erection and suckling
honeyed words undelivered
silhouettes when strolling with someone else
no longer lit by streetlight
like a snail that devours a slug
roots must penetrate cliff cracks like pliers
the Diamond Sutra devours Cioran
Lady Oracle devours Oracle Night
Rulfo devours Páramo devours Vallejo
a centipede devours a grand piano, so
ten thousand fingers
devour Bach
a dictator devours a colony
in the delivery room
O how valid my reason
to devour you
Lady Oracle (1976) and Oracle Night (2003) are novels by Margaret Atwood and Paul Auster respectively.
Image © The Cleveland Museum of Art
