Poem
Ailbhe Darcy
La rue est rentrée dans la chambre
La rue est rentrée dans la chambre
La rue est rentrée dans la chambre
Last night when you clamped your handover my sex
I thought for a moment there was blood
on your hand.
I had seen hands performing bloody acts
on cable that day
that looked not unlike yours,
and thought you meant your hand to silence me.
When you arrested my skin inch by inch
with your mouth
I feared for a moment you’d taste sweat
on my skin.
I had read accusations of inaction
in the papers that day
that all but spelled out my name,
and thought myself a crime against humanity.
If we faced each other then, and pulled
each other to each other
was there too much between our skins
for us to have come?
That day we had watched bodies degraded
in mixed media, glorious
technicolor, all tongues
and none, and now I do not know if I am free.
© 2011, Ailbhe Darcy
From: Imaginary Menagerie
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
From: Imaginary Menagerie
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
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La rue est rentrée dans la chambre
Last night when you clamped your handover my sex
I thought for a moment there was blood
on your hand.
I had seen hands performing bloody acts
on cable that day
that looked not unlike yours,
and thought you meant your hand to silence me.
When you arrested my skin inch by inch
with your mouth
I feared for a moment you’d taste sweat
on my skin.
I had read accusations of inaction
in the papers that day
that all but spelled out my name,
and thought myself a crime against humanity.
If we faced each other then, and pulled
each other to each other
was there too much between our skins
for us to have come?
That day we had watched bodies degraded
in mixed media, glorious
technicolor, all tongues
and none, and now I do not know if I am free.
From: Imaginary Menagerie
La rue est rentrée dans la chambre
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