Caprico(u)rn is feminine, dominated by the knees
We turn skin Our ho(u)rns spear into tulle
and dance its wispy bands
drawing down the snow
as if the rabbit in the moon
wept & froze
remnants of walking,
bend just enough beneath Our scales
to call what we do kneeling
fins fading blue
snow into a dome
light a candle, pray a scroll
leave satsumas for gods
who will turn Us back to one
Caprico(u)rn w(oul)d love to say I again
o(u)r, if not, fade into preserved by salt
People flit against each other, bright shirts flapping like long, loose fins, and I’m against
the glass. Maybe I’m the goldfish as my mouth goes o when they sing. I sing; they talk to
each other. The rhythm of pause and take, the echoing of tones I can’t hear. They’re all
the same. I bang my nose on the glass. I want to be near them.
When I leap against their legs I can breathe. Then oxygen’s too much for me. And sound.
I panic. I flop. I flap. A meltdown. A fit. And back into the bowl again. It doesn’t hurt my
fins, my skin to be in water, the silence, constant pressure. But the people are so beautiful.
I watch. I want. To flop again.
And Rest in Silence
Even at night there is no silence
Even in sun there is no safe
corner or straight for kids who love
in violet—not taupe—who hold
hands no larger hands protect
from teeth at hallway’s end
where taunts & jeers don’t end,
where you learn to pray for silence
since no one will speak to protect
you. Their bones would not be safe.
Take my bones in your skin. Hold
my ashes to the wind, my love.
We’ll show them what it means to love.
Don’t let this be the end.
There’s only so much you can hold,
and there’s no silence
in the wind, no safe
-ty for what winds protect.
Let the trees behind the track protect
us from the wind—and hide our love
in evergreen & elm, safe
from hanged man’s fated end
I can no longer hold.
Two girls walk by. They hold
our hands as well as theirs. Protect
our prayers for silence.
I love you, and you love
her & me & him & that’s the end
Even our bones are not safe.
Even our skin is not safe
since it’s with skin we touch & hold
each other & the rope to end
our lives, to protect
our memories of love
we do not kneel, we pray for silence.
The safe will never protect
love from those who hold
the power to end the thrall of silence.