# #art

2 poems

## [wrist](https://chromato.graphics/wrist)

i clocked the watch once  
and wished its red hand  
swept across your face  
i knew i’d want the date

i saw the toy’s hallmark  
that predates its maker  
cupid’s bow pointillism  
it looked best in color

i slipped on a staircase  
tripped on slippery oak  
fell into a concrete pool  
cut and bruised joints

you caught me there  
held me — rubbed salt  
into my fresh wounds  
to heal and to hurt me

a thin black strap is all  
that holds back the sun  
when this camera falls  
it’ll leak light forever

three solid bands form  
an unbroken bracelet  
brass never gleamed  
until becoming a label

holding mine down  
against white silk,  
gray wool, graffiti  
it’s easy to go deep

## [poke](https://chromato.graphics/poke)

door opens— am i the fool?  
gloves snap, now i’m playing my role  
unstained steel tray cradles your tools  
you wash me clean, i cede control

you sketch small leaves in purple ink  
i play with you, this is our game  
when it’s all done, what will they think?  
art, artist, work— all share a name

calmly you ask “_ready for stabs?_”  
there’s not a way for me to know  
is this your temple or your lab?  
we share one breath, it’s time to go

your sword and your eyes penetrate  
music and pain blanket my brain  
sometimes we should disregulate  
questions pour out, blood from a vein

hours pass as you make passes  
pricks turn into private pleasure  
when we are through, our flesh collapses  
every mark is made forever