Reunion

• Linea Aspera

If I see you again

I swear it’s just a reflex

when my second phalanx

goes crashing through your orbital ridge;

the third, the fourth, the fifth,

succession is meant to be swift

til there’s nothing left

of the eyes you saw me with.

It was never revenge

for a glacial silence:

you are emptiness, you are emptiness.

It was never revenge,

it was self-defence:

you are emptiness, you are emptiness.

If I see you again

I swear it’s just a reflex

leaving bones in splinters all over your face.

It’s no mistake

when the zygomatic arch breaks.

Cracks in the sagittal suture;

my love, it’s your future,

my love, it’s your future

It was never revenge

for a glacial silence:

you are emptiness, you are emptiness.

It was never revenge,

it was self-defence, it was self-defence:

you are emptiness, you are emptiness.

(It was self-defence, it was self-defence)

(It’s your future, it’s your future)

(It was self-defence, it was self-defence)

(It was self-defence, it was self-defence)

(It’s your future, it’s your future)

(It was self-defence, it was self-defence)