Bayonet
What can I do with this bayonet?
Make a rose bush of it?
Poke it into the moon?
Shave my legs with its silver?
Spear a goldfish?
No. No.
It was made
In my dream
For you.
My eyes were closed.
I was curled fetally
And yet I held a bayonet
That was for the earth of your stomach.
The belly button singing its puzzle.
The intestines winding like alpine roads.
It was made to enter you
As you have entered me
And to cut the daylight into you
And let out your buried heartland,
To let out the spoon you have fed me with,
To let out the bird that said fuck you,
To carve him onto a sculpture until he is white
And I could put him on a shelf,
An object unthinking as a stone,
But with all the vibrations
Of a crucifix.
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