The passage of language
in and out like a thread
covered with bodily fluids

language of passage
pushed like a suture through your next
door neighbor’s scar

melding with his gush and goo
his bile and blood and semen

tying you together like parts of a net
a complex net of invention

the poem becomes him
you become the poem
the daylight says so

the daylight, shedding tears
of warmth to flow over the inner sadness
the drop of depression the ecstasy incurs
a hollow in the heart for fresh passage