san francisco serial death
vigilante
utterance
insurgent
gesture
psychosomatic
breath-turn
and did you bike out to hunter’s point
only to forget the diamond-crush claw-stains evinced
in protest; our city’s heart-
marks tap traumatic-stylistic rhythm
blood vectors tire tread marks
tired track marks the gradient unities
that color our lives; the wake
of hearses and ragged what the fucks:
our friend died in san francisco twice she
finally became, on her own terms,
the exuberant performance of pain
perfected over every decade of her sentence.
utter with what breath
gesture with what turn
the city without death
takes life as its funeral urn—
love-swelled hysterics;
potent reinscriptions in
the lives we cherish
