Dark’s Regress

Other beds my dreaming feet Have known too well. The blush of other lips and cheeks, While eyes appeared serene with sleep, My seeming digits have caressed-- And so my ghostly hands have known Their ghostly breasts (A foreign or familiar form In foreign space undressed). My form, as well as I may guess, Entwined …

The Mass

I wished we could lay it out, Cut it from our flesh, Grin and bear it-- To pull the dark malignancy Which so long resided in us each-- To lay the blackened mass (so freshly removed) Upon our parents’ table. Where we’d look at it, See it, Acknowledge it, Believe it. Discuss it even, Now …