#ebullient wounds

From “The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn”

… Brodsky said, Darkness restores what light cannot
     repair. You thrilled me—torn to the comb
I want everything—the ebon bull and the moon.
     I come again for the honeyed horn…

Our bodies are nothing if not places to be had by
     as in, God, she had me by the throat,
by the hip bone, by the moon. God,
     she hurt me with my own horns.

From “Snake-Light”

I can read a text in anything.

To read a body is to break that body a little.

From Natalie Diaz’s Postcolonial Love Poem(Graywolf Press, 2020)