Broken Bodies Part

It was the night

he bit into his fist, again,

not knowing it.

Gravity turns such things to stone:

Rather than blood on the knuckle

A fissure formed—(a line

drawn perpendicular

to others more familiar, almost,

welcomed

by the slow softening

mineral part)

where harsher sounds are

formed by touch and tongue.

Now we understand the relationship/between

(Tiny-cavernous)

pores connected by jagged cracks—

like a crumbling constellation—

explaining

why we call them

heavenly bodies: At dawn he opens his mouth

to finally exhale the story

and stars

fall

:

;

,

tumbling

out/in

broken pieces.