Tesselates (verb)

“fists have many forms” ~Margaret Atwood

She has become the hollow room
of this house with its black throat

Her hands are holding
a porcelain cup

I’ll use this truth later, but here,
this stealing is done with
fingers, even ones holding
keys of doors

still
this is a borrowing, I will
borrow your hands, I will
place them
on
my chest, I will
be the wanky fucker
who discerns

my own enjambment, I will
strip the face off
this poem

until
it bleeds gently
into this

patient tongue
of sea lapping smooth the rocks,
gulping down
the swimmers who can’t