A pediatric psychologist
Asked me what I was afraid of
I drew him a home
With windows that did not properly close
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I knew a child once
blood tall, blood bold
hollow spots creased
her freckled face
her wounds timed the birth of doves
never telling the same story twice
not a babble, not a psychotherapy
purged the rhymes
or the fillings inside her teeth
with an endless twitch
the yellowy loneliness
became her wholly penicillin
a rainbow, a distant past
a woman with fish for ovaries
Pointillism
a medium, a comma
a verbal density
resulting
in lineal peace
commanding prose
purely in two ways
a brain, its rape
in most, a copy
of who i use to be
of skin, and gaze
received, purely
without rage
with deeper cause
i, begin, to, live, again
mildly free
~
you will find me chasing rabbits
licking insects off their backs
understand
this is how i manufacture sound
between the leathery doors
resting so near my scalp
with more warmth than a flat roof
a dollhouse where someone plays
rearranging sixty cups of gin
and in this reality
i watch them think they are me
drawing figure sticks
with stale bread from a bakery down the street
creating little rows of innocent grass
setting me mildly free
better somehow , with one less tear for every year
~
Detox
