targets
raze
the
joints
that
lend
my
fingers
flexion.
the
soft
slope
of
the
arm
that
leads
to
the
elbow's inner arch.
the
thickest
part
of
the
thigh
.
the
dorsal
side
of
my
non
-dominant
hand
.
these
are
the
marks
on
a
moving
map
they
seem
to
be
most
drawn
to
.
they
take
what
isn't
offered
and
leave
me
with
little
more
than
the
absence
of
an
explanation. culicidae.
little
fly
.
we're
blood
-fired bastards,
you
and
i
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from