“how do we not go all out in a line”
–Clark Coolidge
to risk rejection thickens
blood in the reduction words
mean until they explode out
the base of our skulls like fear
of the knife edge slicing my
eye or how laughter during
sex extends the aura around
the opened moment until
each second rattles a snake’s
hiss as I trace each line I
try to write you yes you who
refuses to acknowledge
the honesty the horror
of the answers I confess
ambiguously to you
(March 2013)
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