Noelle Kocot
Poem

With deepest reverence,
I shop for bones.

And what is the candy
And the daylight

And the horse without hunger?
Too many ducts for us to think of,

And here we are punishing the
Lines above our faces.

Enormity is a hoof
With unanswerable sounds,

And the void is filled with fire.
My dream is to fall apart,

To cry for a century,
But I have not cried, not at all.

I keep my distance like the tines
Of a fork from one another,

Dressing, undressing the fabulous wounds.
But now, back to our story,

It has coffee in it, a naked river.
Blessed are we who rapture

An electric wire, blessed be
The falling things about our faces,

Blessed is the socket of an eye
That lights the body, because

In the end, in the very end, it's
Just you. You and you. And you.