On the wall in my closet I have
Hung you up like a rag
Sometimes like a bright blanket
I have kept a cherished secret
Always you burn so wildly in there
Behind the thickets
Behind the blackberry bushes
You are a blackberry that is too ripe
Too ripe
Too ripe too ripe
You are something I have suppressed
Kneaded accidentally into a paste that sticks
to the roof of my mouth
Every time I move my tongue
I touch you just a little bit
And I jump from the voltage and
I remember how your words
Are wet knives
How the things you do are
A cancer in the kitchen
If only I could remember the things
Wedged under your fingernails
If only I could forget the things
You once wedged with your
Hot words into my spine
Where you always burn subtly
Where you always burn