NAKED & WITHOUT THEORY
in my breakage, i was all larvaeheaded
naked & without theory
i thumbprinted my forehead like it was Lent & laughed
in the face of a man who licked my teeth
i stood there thinking endtimey things,
the smell of hair burning nearby
i generated a whole new set of eyes
& a new mouth singing contagion
who needs a face
when you have a darkable network ruined in such intervals
what is the word for going wrong in /on a person
or something like one
all those sorrytrashed feelings
i called them clarity & threw them to the street
if you leave the light on,
the moths will come
woman is the delinquency of all unfilled spaces
is a rose falling into absence
is a rose
is a rose
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