your knees, pulchritude.

Dear Kazim,

Can we call this a loose number? If we derive from digestion and blood vessels, can you carve me an ore out of your ink’d teeth. I need to paddle now. Even in reservoir with blow-up kayak (dirty and illegal), I need to feel wave beneath my bones and chase the swirl of fish beside my gentle stroke of movement. I have relapsed off red lipstick and hidden knees that I know, I know, are far more pulchritudinous than even the moon: my lover of three decades. Kazim, I am unraveled. Can you write me a prescription for a good hem. Things grow slowly on me and when you remind me of peace within bites of communal gatherings, I still want to ask you to footnote that. Did something happen? The thing is, my wrists are hungry and yesterday’s morning was extracted from loose sky exhaling water’s crumbs and stirred chocolate and coffee and everyone is calling themselves a writer now. How about I just label myself as syllables.

3 responses to “your knees, pulchritude.

  1. dear aimee, i’m not sure. the body is a boat maybe but then who’s inside? at any rate, i feel unpaddled, not clear on which direction it is to land or endless horizon, unable to read the map of the stars. it’s a rough road anyhow and rougher when you consider that the reflecton off the surface of the water are the only letters you know how to read. well i open my mouth every once in a while to see what flies in or what flies out. mouth as meeting space? that ought to reassure. i’m hungry. body as syllable? sure, each one goes one by one. means we have to get together (see June Jordan’s “Calling All Minorities”) in order to make a sentence we will be able to say out loud. and the body? is it yours or the earth’s or god’s? writing is the only way i can start to approach that particular sisyphean question.
    love, kazim

  2. dear kazim, I spent a whole summer feasting off your bread-crumb-poetics. A human from out west led me toward your words and it’s been like a guide for me. I am searching/ I am in search of/ I am trying to find my way through myself. Your questions and internal digging has been my guide. love, aimee.

  3. I am glad to have given a feast with those crumbs. I was following them myself in the dark. Glad to have accompanied you for a little while. Kazim

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