Saturday, December 13, 1980

between the beginning and the end

a poor attempt at multi-field communication

sitting on the heat vent, leaning against the cold glass door
darkness envelops me without and within
i savor the cool blade's edge on my wrist
add just enough pressure for it to tug my skin


and sit


for a while


in the black morning


and finally decide - once again -


to deny it the taste of my blood