May 6th, 2015

Dollars and Cents, Radiohead, 2001

there was something in his smile
like the thrill of seeing letters
together that never go together

like a q next to a t
and a z squeezing
between

do not hesitate

hestiation leads to stale bread

and saltless lips

close in
you are a gazelle who hunts

draw your hooved feet to your breast
and arch your back

you have lost their sharp teeth
before and haven't you
regretted the loss of the loss of blood?

you need the comfort of their
clutch

and you know, you wild gazelle
with twigs in your hair,

it is not even the animal you want
but the pain it brings

and this pain is a long sigh of wind
against the curtains at night

it is a rhythmic twitch in the wrist.