judith cockman

Exhaustion

exhaustion,

You look beautiful tonight.

Candlelight is so forgiving.

Pecking at your food becomes you. It serves the haunted hollows of your eyes, your cheeks … thinly veiled.  Tiny veins peeking through, hungry for love.

I love holding your hand. Its fragility reminds me

Reminds me of the weeks and weaks, months and moths
of your labour

of your throbbing patience. Those tiny veins alarmed in response. (more…)

The Body Remembers

The Body Remembers

Her head is a spaceship. Lift-off involuntary. Escaping backwards in time, without matter. Matter meaning skull and bones. Flesh and eyeball. Matter meaning mattering at all whether she makes sense of it.

Memory awakens with each wave of molecular displacement …

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