Dear Reader – Vandal Poem of the Day

Dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dead

diamond orifice in the night sharp heated mouth

moon-white Dear star above

dark vulvic nightflowers drenched petals

wrung-out in flight difficult as letters are folded in the fields

of the heart

When we wake we wake my hands on your chest your

hands over mine dear in all this gesture and sign

Now we’re heading toward a yellow door through several rooms to a window

then the fields There is a threshold between longing and need

appetite and hunger horses behind or before a fence

dark liquid eyes serious faces flanks pricked

by flies The horses in a fine summer rain feed pulling at wet tufts

There is music in the field cymbals strings

Next to you I feed the horses Inside me lives a winter light

from decades of nights spent walking inside and out dear dear dear

dear doors passageways fear I am not asking you to follow the

memory-me nor am I able to go to the rooms where you live but tonight

we’re moving light and rich as amber in a world that

has disqualified us for loving as we do We’re moving with

a slow light as pipefish

and seahorses clouds now racing slightly blue thickening The wind the

wind too you send me Wrung-out in the field I am

tired-eyed now and unto unto

the end the end of this skin folding creasing again

the damage evident

Dear dear dear we are kneeling now in the shaken light

in a room where the bed has an exact corner

Go to the window that holds the moon’s face Read to the glass

Dear dear dear the moon is cutting tonight

beneath its soft-lit swoon Put a padlock on it

No no it is not running away but it is

shy as a horse slow and kind in its reluctance

leading us through another memory in our disqualified light

to the world that has failed us