Night in the Sepulchre
Michelle Greenblatt
For the man who brought me backk
I am gathering crow feathers
in the hopes that I can
cross over to the other
side
with some goddamn help
for once.
Or I can light these alkali papers on fire;
I like fires; I light them all the time
to remind you of how you
made me burn:
that incendiary
night you left then called me
crazy
&
a liar
about what happened in the alley,
to your friends,
A LIAR.
That night, a black smudged
X
carved onto each side of my
face, each bitten breast,
scratched arm, bloody cunt
smeared in the soot of lies
(The other
side:
The man
in the alley
holding a gun
under my chin
pressed against
my neck,
& his
hands.)
You shoved me into the
sepulchre
with the rest of the rotting bodies.
I thought I fit there,
though the next day you came back
to me,
by then I thought I was dead
again.
11.23.2003-7.28.2005
