Sketch #4 Li-Young Lee-Dwelling

“As though touching her
might make him known to himself,”
           
Dirt

The perfect sedative to relax the hankering

Voices inside my head, speaking all at once

Telling and retelling my history over and over again

I cup my hands respectfully and hold her

Gently sniffing her aroma, hoping for a release

                                                                                  “as though his hands moving over her
                                                                                body might find who he is, as though he lay
                                                                               inside her, a country...”

                                            like sweet honeysuckle blooms
                                            plucked violently from their homes,
                                            squeezed until drunk with excuses
                                            that enables one to forget his way home