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Click herechop with a sharp chisel
against the grain before gouging
same for God and demons
cut
wireless thermometer fetish
photos of parts
auto, girlfriend, interiors, galaxies
snipped and snapped, paddy whacked
the numbers keep drumming
head ache #, the magic ratio, no
a fuse to no dynamite, no bottomless well
a spiral of cross cut conch
tender, loving brutal caress
we lay, we sleep little
balloons speak volumes
spoon feeding is us
rampant thoughts down
dangerous potholed roads
we each of us take one
end dusty, requisite to bathe each other
covered millimeters deep grit
your cheeks, my totality
your whole self
my very tiny corner of left chest pocket
you reside
beating, searing, welcome
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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