watch me
the christ maiden
the virgin locks
me in to remain steadfast
in my righteousness
i know everything
i dare not write verse
but i predict the words of others
i read between the lines on their wrists
i understand them as i understand palms
i see the inside of a thigh there
of a man
of a woman
of a child
i read their veins as a bonus
they lap it up
as i discharge the milk-blue strains
that streak mine
(it is true if it hurts)
the only way to know truth is to let me tell you as i know it
feeling it in my joints in my own swollen skin
charcoal dark from trying
though clarity sits comfortably atop the chaos like a crown of turds
because i know
i know
even when i do not
words evoke or lull the map to a life
i choose
not to follow the narrow or the wide road
no
me
i fly
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