I Am Animal
Melodic reconstructions--
Moistened fingertips, thumbing--
Parking tickets, admission slips, bills--
Drenching them all with blood and tears--
Burning them in a frenzy of desire--
I'm fucking the Cartesian plane--
Throwing myself against blue sky,
feathered leaves, and tree bark--
Over, under, through--
As waves nudging fingers at the sand--
Dodging branches, testing the sharpness--
Of rocks beneath a foot--
To fly,
Devour the world as one moves through it--
To live.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
