I walk into another room, but rooms
are merely the spaces between ribs,
and between them, it begins to burn.
I do not know how to swim in my own blood
I only know how to be flooded.
It pulls me to the bottom, to the roots, to that
which existed before the name
then came the fire
it drank the water
the house reached a boil, turning into steam, into
nothing, into pure presence
You search for a window, you search for a way out of
your own skin
a window is a hole into the \"other\"
but she is standing there
my face, stolen by the mirror
glass enters the palms, I am nailed
to the frame by this light
the window is closed. flames lick the hair.
water fills the lungs
there is no exit, only a rooting
into one another
we are one and the same, a breath broken in two.
one must burn in the fire
so that the other may live