A Numb Rhyme
Michelle Greenblatt
When you let my body be
a little purple, black
I start to reconcile
the fact that it wasn’t sunblood
that made
these mountains
& also if I love you
who cares
but I?
one
to feel enough for
two
sleep the clock tick tock the drum
let’s go
my heart perhaps
keeps beating
this brain, too, has been used
all the way
home. Slimness of even twilight
striking my ear
drums a numb
rhyme a shrinking
locked in a cellar prisoner-he
laughed, he laughed-put
his hand upon
the mirror&swore
to his reflection
he would keep
my thighs forever
2.1.2002
previously published by A Common Sense 1.13.2005
