Yellow Springs, Ohio

Gray Tolhurst

language is the
        structure

no no this is the structure
the feeling of it
        (deep, deep)

not to discount
        fear

of the curtains closed
the red eyes of morning

a symbol of what you want
to be sad, you want to be sad
            she said

white, white
you get what you want
what you ask for

with the language of your hands and eyes

pushing myself in from behind
                clothed, pulsing

star between my ribs
her uneven ribs, hard bone of want

I've returned to find her asleep in her jeans

to see only myself in mirrors