Stop stranger. Where is my friend?
Someone is using his voice
to spit shine wounding syllables.
The grey-white sky brightens –
even the water sweats in this assault.
Look, look, look! How the light pierces!
I can see all the way,
all the way into you.
No fun, is it? Even the cheese here is serious;
illumination bitters the gruyere.
I can’t swallow around this rent, this gash,
this sudden attack.
Light penetrates the faults your syllables open,
blasts us equally.
I mean: Surprise, shrapnel!
A single shard
thickening in your mouth.
This is the weeping season of April,
when even the drought-locked land glisters with tears.
I, too, glitter in your relentless supernova.
Look, while you can
diametric expansion, circular spread
the way raindrops join on a sidewalk.
Overexposed light flays me with truth.
You hold the tangled, lit string
my intestines in your hands.