Jay Brecker
MONTHLY
gone is the mating pair of hawks we focused on
hunting their movements broadcast in the eyes’ edges
the way houseflies are noticed circling in the heat
you watch me surrender to him monthly my love
he has license to perform acts with me none should
he approaches repeating look up look down bathes
me with droplets numbs me with care with tenderness
pricked my hands relax the grip loosens he makes me
wait I can’t go anywhere coming back repeats
look up look down as you my love look on the clamps
attached wide-eyed I do not move can’t see him bend
on the periphery twice feel his inserting
medicine in each eye this act so intimate
maintains the world my love its hawks its flies & you