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Diary
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SHOCKING THE MARROW ALIVE IN HUNGRY BONES
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST Olga BroumasFor years I fantasized pain driving, driving me over each threshold I thought I had, till finally the joy in my flesh would break loose with the terrible strain, and undulate in great spasmic circles, centered in cunt and heart. I clung to pain because, as a drunk and desperate boy once said, stumbling from the party into the kitchen and the two women there, "Pain is the only reality." I rolled on the linoleum with mirth, too close to his desperation to understand, much less to help. Years of that reality. Pain the link to existence: pinch your own tissue, howl yourself from sleep. But that night was too soon after passion had shocked the marrow alive in my hungry bones. The boy fled from my laughter painfully, and I leaned and touched, leaned and touched you, mesmerized, woman, stunned by the tangible pleasure that gripped my ribs, every time like a caged beast, bewildered by this late, this essential heat.
I am a poet who is fascinated with pain. Simple pain—a paper cut, a smashed knuckle—or complex pain—there behind that long, jagged breath behind that long slow lick that feels so exquisite that you are sucking in your breath even now and gasping, as I hold you taut and your nerve endings quiver and you are suspended there, my tongue on your clavicle, your lifeline ...
10:19 a.m. - 2005-06-10
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