DISCOURAGE

I love you when I feel bare as a girl, like a swollen hand, like a sharp claim and I would have to call me from a naked branch, like a fish that forgot that there are hams. Like a fried fish with a ham in his mouth. Like the sting in the eyes of the child mutilated in the dream, in the flesh. Like the blood that is being schooled. Naked like a blood. I love you when I feel naked like the razor, like a living leaf and offer, like a lightning rod that is calcine, blind. Like the grass, like the rain. Like my shadow, naked behind the glazed mirror. As naked as a chest attached to my lips. Like the broken lip of an old undertone facing death. Like the unarmed hour and open of the thaw.