I Who Am

thoughts on a dime into a man who, if he says he grows radishes will grows radishes the small dial on your second-hand watch hardly pinched awkwardly as it sounds between my helpless thumb and middle finger one year older to every seven of your in-need-of-bath dog will shave the bearded stubble from my face [...]

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hand against earth knuckle to rock pebbles, abrasions on the surface of skin dust and grit caked behind ear under finger nails teeth hiding beneath lips thinned and cracked by time by wind the things we mean to say like so many bones stripped and skinned of flesh buried, vertical through a thousand different years [...]

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for God knows what and three other things wonder just how to remove the rebar four feet in length thrust from back to chest narrowly missing lungs heart when careless I plunged from the rickety scaffold of dreams blue skies peel angels alight from gargantuan cranes descend wielding hack saws salty smell of blood wet [...]

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i. the urge to pull away the hand I hold in front of my face block the sun open my squinting eyes to be blinded by glory ii. the beast in the sea whose furious tentacles cull and churn the abyss hold my breath drowning iii. to read between the lines of your crinkled forehead [...]

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like a moth-eaten soul touch me right here just below the rib the whole structure will crumble flake your finger with ash I who am ending like a temple sieged in the same way Vespasian marched to the holy place lit it on fire to melt the gold turned over each stone while the wood, [...]

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the same person who awakes in the middle of the night arms held in front of his face gasping for breath they’re just dreams you say then why do i hold this small golden egg shell as thin as stomach lining in the palm of my hand see it here underneath the pillow how as [...]

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