Two Poems

MOVIE OF YOU In my movie of you, you speak less Eye contact makes itself literal You look at me more and let me digress Edgewise, where my words get in Gather dust and practice poor posture In my movie of you, you speak less. Being my movie, you respond To my direction, You look at me more and let me digress My opinions grow like onions, are necessary to your performance In my movie of you, you speak less You haunt the craft table Vie for a generous edit In my movie of you, you speak less You look at me more and let me digress.   BONES I take dictation from one. I have taken note of its intake of light; the nose receives, the temples reject. My penetrability inverted. I have been made light, dining with him. His two cents not contributed. Alone responsible for the definition of our relationship. I have not thanked my thumb for holding the pen or the skull for his company. A keepsake. A word that has yet to be invented. A paperweight. The light has removed my arm. I hold the skull and resist breaking what I cannot repair. The satiation of my desire was its cessation. Only skull has counted the brushstrokes made in the black. Light ignores ferns. Ferns are trampled.