Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Cusp

she sends a postcard her scrawl

says she thinks I’ll like it the flipside

more writing not a visual not a pond

to slip into to be reflected by instead

a citation of someone else’s speech

not speaking, no, writing about lying

face down in the dirt fallen? slammed?

headlong will? the juddering blow

the smell of dirt leaves animals mold

dry damp sweet sour slimy prickly

five orifices face down in the dirt

penance? parody? prophecy?

 

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