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BIRTH RITUAL
by Kristine Ong Muslim
My sole deathwish:
Die in my sleep
Every night.
Empty and dyslexic
Let me touch the ground and
Weep
For I drift in that murky river
In your mind.
You are a cold, undaunted
Loverman,
Crying out for the unending stretch of highways
Laid out in the psychopathic crevices of your mind.
You can never make me sleep
Long enough
Because these nights do not last
Forever.
Use me up and defile me while you still can.
I am your temple,
The stark, beautiful topography of your misery,
Your battered baby doll,
Soft and yielding with a scent of the fallen enemy
Moaning and gasping under sweat-stained satin
sheets.
(First appeared in Lullaby Hearse #6, May 2005)TO COMMENT ON THIS POEM CLICK HERE
© Muslim, 2006