Your Girlfriend in 30 Parts


[Excerpt I — XL]

In this rose balm nightmare
++++++you return on your knees, the flowers
+++++++++++I bloom from the soil of my belly alive,
+++++++++++++++++blossoming blue and
+++++++++++++++++++++++billowing from the fold of your mouth.

Line my gums with foil
reflect the backlog of your duplicity
with the bone of my teeth.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Every death
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++I escaped
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++was for you.

+++++I wish
+++++I were there
+++++to have caught the inaugural

++++++moment, to have seen you slip
++++++inside of her, to see the early inked
++++++etchings of an edit I hadn’t crossed.

In the grey glow of a new
moon, I revel in the ease
of this, how easily you

ford this river of betrayal
how easily you lick at the mouth
of deafening solitude.

I think about
The natural impulse
Men feel to just leave.

++++++I think about
++++++how no one
++++++needs a father.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++“Where are you,”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++A breathlessly mute voice
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Asks, a shell of the inquiry lingering
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++In pulse, like a song you loved once
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++then forgot.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++If not death, than a rancid departure.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++If not a lie, then some red
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++coveted mouth.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Silly to disregard a medium
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++when it is already happy.

Camonghne Felix

Author’s Website @Camonghne