“to begin in the linear way. to say it beautifully in the failure to separate.” Melissa Buzzeo // What Began Us
in the ecotone, in between two
I am sewing together disparate
lines of poetry
separate always but also sharing
the scalp: hair lines, shave lines, strands pull them out, ones that are used to drag a body by, ones pulled and shaved in order to stunt the breaking loose, to draw less attention from eager fingers.
the ribs: hair lines too but fractures, the knowing of the body break as it hits a dumpster, a sidewalk, a police car.
a mirroring in shape and size,
the body remembering, responding, reacting, rewinding, untying those years connected by disparate lines of poetry.