zinc metaphor

the equation is simple:
you never existed.
i never
touched your lips.

and i never fit
against your side.
and i never breathed
in
the scent
of your hair.


crawl in, something else,

and strip off this sick zodiac
whiteness. sounds
choke in the mouth;
their zinc white
burns
in the throat.

i hardly can stand this thing
with its weak blue veins like a starved delta.
its thin, thin scalp and
the broken roots of its hair.

the way it flickers
in the mirror
and i see you
sumptuous
there.