Voicemail Poems

"There is a look one sees, the mouth somehow desperate– … the fear of death, taking as its form dedication to hunger…" - Louise Glück b/c one day i will want for nothing b/c one day i will not want b/c one day i will need nothing to want for b/c one day my body will cease to function b/c one day my body will function outside itself b/c one day my body will cease functioning as a vessel for causeless desire b/c one day my body will cease desiring cease to function b/c one day the flesh of the earth will clothe the body’s naked hunger b/c one day i will feed off nothing but the dirt’s choicest cuts b/c one day the dirt’s best nourishment will stonewall the body’s needing & wanting b/c one day i will become dirt my gut become dirt pelvis become dirt hands legs spinal column become dirt skull cavity encompass dirt drawing down dirt to become dirt one day b/c the hungry ghost of my body seeks grene pasture & stil waters one day b/c feeding the 5000 remains a miracle, not a reality one day b/c desperate