EXCHANGE VALUE #3; 01 October 2010
+ With thanks to Emma Cocker and Anonymous
What gaps in a language worried by love –
I body their truth and causal
exchanges of naïveté –
the swagger-hip, swagger-hip.
Scratchings on wood brittle
our felt betweens.
And, a heap of negotiation, I kiss you.
A slick of sweat behind my knees:
Cost is the backbone of each speech-act.
You exit left, vanished, a relationship
neither to history nor without it.
I am against a chair and still in it.
Ragged edges and gloss.
I am at a loss for what’s left to describe.
The draft goes like caution and
where the language stuck us. I push
this heart through what’s left.