Stems snap and dust bites, and the cold
drives her nails into bone,
here I am shaded from the sharp and piercing moon,
beneath your branch and in your strong hands.
Let us, for today & for this instant seal ourselves
in plastic baggies. Purchase a pill of poison and
snap in two. One for me, one for you. Swallow
without regret, without sanity, without care.
And we will make a nest at the bottom of our well,
where the darkness breeds with each breath of loneliness,
to show the faces of our demons to one another
in the emptiness,
and play with fire. Let burn the holy sanctuary.
Shatter the altar. Disrupt the rhythm of daily life.
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Please Don't Touch
Thơ caPlease 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...
