pansies, pensées, senses. thoughts— a bouquet of violets,
a violence of violets. voile, voice, voices on my radio. radio waves, waves on the beach head, brain head. my bullying brain carried off by the tidal bore.
how many times will you accept my ungenerous impulse to control your voice. my unvoiced vowels.
after frustration, incoherence. incandescent syntax of fury.
wrath: such a pretty word for the explosive, punching, punishing result of thwarted desire.
athwart: to lie crosswise. as my anger lies at right angles to this keel.
this ocean isn’t big enough, the far shore isn’t far enough to keep you safe. from my punching fist the slap of my open hand.
open hand: that should caress that should make an offering, make a confession.
but the eddy will pull me down again and we will drown in salt and longing.
