knots
raze
you
were
born
with
your
heart
on
the
wrong
side
of
your
chest
.
i
was
born
without
a
sense
of
irony
,
i
confess
.
where
you
see
joyous perversity,
i
see
only
cause
for
fear
.
old
mouldy
teeth
,
you
ain't
seen
the
last
of
me
.
i'll
twist
myself
into
a
tiny
tangled
mass,
and
in
that
matted
prison
there
will
form
a
face
to
tie
to
all
these
reservations.
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...
tender_square
i
close
my
eyes
to
meet
with
god
.
instead
,
my
belly
churns
a
den
of
snakes
, slithering
and
twisted
.
their
bodies
tangle
tighter
,
pushing
on
my
diaphragm, restricting
breath
.
i
take
middle
finger
and
jab
into
xiphoid;
i
engage
the
void
.
tap
tap
tap
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from