Superflux


i, in the frenzy of the storm
whether of love or of hatred
or a thousand hats that fit my head the same
progress beyond feeling, where "myself" comes first
and through the last, beyond the fray of imagination
rots flesh, thick fluid dividing bone from bone, to matter
and fragments of time, chafed in the moment of a recant:
i take it back, because you have loved me like
the summer sun warm on the turn of my heel.