Poem

Today I will do no manly or concrete deed
as I did none yesterday
as I will do none tomorrow.
Only read
E. L Doctorow, Nicola Barker, George Eliot, 
Edgar Rice Burroughs, J. K. Rowling, the Old Testament,
a torrent of words
to wash  away the scum of your betrayal 
which still clings to the walls of my guts;
a torrent of words
to wash away the clinging drops of the poison of your cruelty
until the last of that betrayal, that cruelty,
drips from my anus
and I dry off my anal hairs
     with a picture of you in your wedding dress
     with a letter that you wrote me, declaring your inexhaustible love
     with the flap of flesh I've carved from my right deltoid, which bears the picture you drew for our       
     wedding invitations


The love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this--thou art a villain.
I read, I read, i read.
So as not to remember.
So as not to think.
So as not to ache.
So as not to die.