First Intimacy

Blog, I miss you!

It's been 4 days since I last wrote
upon your body,
I miss you, I miss you
I miss your expansive body.

This is the first poem that I wrote for Lisa Spaar. I hope to have more classes with her in the future.
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First Intimacy

Ask me about Macau, and I will recite the numbers
one to nine in Cantonese, each digit marked by a tonal pitch—
nine phonic distinctions to which the world lays deaf.

Ask again, this time I will see the last thing I saw
in the cafetorium of the Catholic elementary school.
The bell rings and it is Morning Prayer for the flock
of schoolchildren. God takes messages in Cantonese at 8 AM.
A boy stands in the back facing the structural pillar
where the gray rainwater has puddled from the morning mizzle.
He is a flawless imitation of intimate speech,
index and middle finger extended like a gun barrel
he traces a triangle, the vertices divined by a tap
on each shoulder and forehead.
A silent lesson, and the watcher learns
intimacy lies in the gaps between words.

Again, and the last thing I remember:
A hand extends from behind and chokes the hairs upon the boy’s head,
with a violent musculature, the hand jerks down
and the concrete composes tectonic gaps across the skull.

First intimacy is written in bone. 

2:27 AM-June 8th, 2010