Sutra: open boat, preparation for travel:
Why do you want to be around such mean people?
I am so small that it feels dangerous;
tropism, fists furling,
waters perpetually lit in the blood fog.
we are one body, smells heavy as suet.
I am both of us moving towards as a single eye, slit open;
wanting what you want
frequency for the deaf, vibratory subrosa.
between us an ocean stills in undertones that approximate tenderness.
dress flesh on the picket because all I can do is need.
Sutra: between places of being
On my way to Bethlehem, I hold a broken cigarette
Trill of waters, to be safe the little one / soul even –
That was strength, not pulling back, containment.
Some inner refuge connected girl–
released new ways of being
Context: sorrow weighed a fortune.
The way to the temple / through a narrow mountain crag
Surrounded by people I don’t know
I have to turn my body into a blue star to get to the top
Gretchen Mattox
