I am on my side centipede 

For the sobs have drilled to the core already 

Cracked and vibratoed 

I have fallen into the aftershocks 

The little trembles 

When the ache is deepest

Has dripped its way through my throat 

Rested on my chest 

Tripping over my lips as it leaves again 

 

A tear comes 

Slow and salt 

Paralells gravity a while 

Trickles to nose 

Makes a turn 

And rolls over the cheekbone 

My hand makes a request 

May I lift it asks 

Wipe this away 

So we can all stand 

Pretend better 

But sometimes 

We just need to soak. 

 

The tear moves slower now

Jaw-ward bound 

And I think 

Who am I to stop this journey 

Water is meant to move 

And I am meant to still

To feel 

To breathe in and out 

And only that 

 

These rules are ages old 

From the last thaw 

When the glaciers moved 

Carved and dripped 

Their way through the hardness of the world 

 

I have heard struggle described in diamonds

That we will all shine under pressure

But pressure is not the same as pain 

And a diamond pales 

In the sediments of a valley 

 

I exhale 

Let the hollows of me guide the tear a little faster 

Then it drops over auricle’s cliffs  

making corries of my smallest bones

Currents rushing to the ear drum

And they sound like truths 

And they sound like comfort 

And there is more to follow tear says 

 

When it is all done 

I let my lands slide 

Tilt my axis to the mirror

And see the paths still 

With their freckle deposits  

 

You are a landscape 

The soaked cheeks remind me  

This is how life grows.