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Under the Porch Light

I just knew

               I had to

hold on to myself

 

               and that I could do.

What else

               could I offer

 

besides

                holes

punched through the gut

 

                and some scant ability

to paint the accumulation

                and deployment of desire

 

as a risk worth taking?

                Like, our pride gets burned,

rush the page –

 

                the one thing

I know

                is this: the second

 

you try

                to write

the words, the meaning

 

               objects. 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted 09/14/18
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