Bearings

<p><strong>WITH LOVE AND DREAD AND RAGE AND LOVE</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Or is it anticipation</p><p> cut perversely</p><p><br></p><p>Something must happen</p><p><br></p><p>Dear ones say you </p><p> feel it too</p><p><br></p><p>Parts of my body are blank</p><p><br></p><p>It's not a wish but it's also </p><p> not Cassandra</p><p><br></p><p>I think about the word <em>era</em></p><p><br></p><p>I'm working on ferocity</p><p> and frankness: </p><p><br></p><p>This poem fails</p><p><br></p><p>Here an affect there</p><p> an affect</p><p><br></p><p>Let's reclaim <em>sad</em></p><p><br></p><p>Is it foreboding if </p><p> it's factual</p><p><br></p><p>Okay a little wish</p><p><br></p><p>I think about the words </p><p> <em>period of my life</em></p><p><br></p><p>It's an endurance act</p><p><br></p><p>Her father dies and I keep</p><p> wading</p><p><br></p><p>He has to see the cardiologist</p><p><br></p><p>I want to commit to the </p><p> poem but I can't</p><p><br></p><p>I get cold and cultivate selfishness</p><p><br></p><p>She says <em>each generation is called</em></p><p> <em>a word in the poem</em></p><p><br></p><p>I write <em>patience</em> in my notebook</p><p><br></p><p>I wait for my period and drink</p><p> a Corona</p><p><br></p><p>I try to make it a speech act</p><p><br></p><p>Have I given myself permission</p><p> to inhabit my body</p><p><br></p><p>I think about the alien inside</p><p><br></p><p>I think about the phrase</p><p> <em>unwanted advances</em></p><p><br></p><p>Parts of our bodies are blank</p><p><br></p><p>I put my fingers on </p><p> your coronaries</p><p><br></p><p>Come at me</p>