rutilant
“It takes two people to create a pattern, but only one to change it.”
I’ve shucked the costume I was most comfortable
wearing for a ridiculous garment:
my skin.
Violets to a clavicle, wrists, and thighs,
must we smother what we cannot contain?
Out with it! My body boils with the yearning I’ve
begged to leap from belly to toilet bowl.
All the world began with a yes.…
Listen to that warmth sucked from your being
it lands with a nice little plop—
the trick is to not try and catch it.
Move with it as it erupts, like a gopher sticking its
furry head from the hole, even when you know:
Snake is waiting.
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