Ecotone

“to begin in the linear way. to say it beautifully in the failure to separate.” Melissa Buzzeo // What Began Us

 

in the ecotone, in between two

lands,

separate climates,

I am sewing together disparate

lines of poetry

of sound

of ruptures

of violences

separate always but also sharing

boundaries,

sharing lines.

the scalp: hair lines, shave lines, strands pull them out, ones that are used to drag a body by, ones pulled and shaved in order to stunt the breaking loose, to draw less attention from eager fingers.

the ribs: hair lines too but fractures, the knowing of the body break as it hits a dumpster, a sidewalk, a police car.

a mirroring in shape and size,

yes.

the body remembering, responding, reacting, rewinding, untying those years connected by disparate lines of poetry.