Jake's Flea Market

with nora removed
by a dialect for every finger
and by another for every toe

gone   to antwerp to learn to speak 
a dutch you don’t understand

i asked that you remove your shirt
and barechested lie
face up   and flat backed to the floor

your eyes became a mouth

they uttered that i’d cursed 
in my supplications as i prayed 
to slice through your thin skin
and through your thick boned ribs 
for the revelation of
where your three chambered heart was broken