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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.

zinc metaphor

it was a layer of zinc i acquired
willfuly
caked deep
down into the skin
until
i was a different me.

as if in every cell
this my sick white fought
with your fairy coin.

so that when i creamed
sound
it glinted lamp-gold--
that is,
a glittering expulsion.

posessed:
your
fist.

reposessed:
my dirt
is
zinc caked nail-thick,
zinc in the vein,

poison, yes,
poison.
sweet poison.