OPERATIONS w/ rose arch

in the first operation we remove our hands

when i am outside of the arch

not beneath it not looking 

no I can't barely

look at you

i mean no

its the rose arch that
i can't look at 

there are swerves in attitude

in dust

chalk the dust to your finger

i met a girl

who so young

who so old

she told me

keep my hands clean

she told me to wash my hands

also to touch only skin forever

when i am outside of the arch

if i am to put a ring of marigold

around anything 

i'll remember that i rivulet

under the arch

i want nothing to refer to

but another life

a loaf, of our hands

sucking blood sun and fury

gushing a flash flood 

of medical grade love

have you ever needed

an operation

have you ever worn gloves

over your hands

what if we touch with gloves on

what if we don't use our hands

i have an idea for a porch light

we hold tiny fires to our faces

we get them all over our hands

we need to survive 

with all of these necks

increasing in length 

i took an old pumpkin from the river

it was cut in half

the other fell away

dissolved in water 

watching me

trying to sky

trying to sky you

trying to loop water

to sky your gauze air
by the river's lap
we need to survive love;

we don't neet to

pour it down our throats