Richard Milazzo
Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 107 in 2004.
Fit me in where you can,
The tightest, smallest, darkest,
Least part of you, swallow me whole,
A god deposed, and with delight,
Choke if you must, gag and spit
At the root of me, a river winding,
Flecks of snow at your visage,
All overflowing fountain and desolate tree,
And you, all dark passage,
Mountain, hillock, and olive sweet,
Parting thigh and thought:
Leave no part of me untouched.
