what it is

make or break

Poem that's gonna be in a book printed by United Press.

We sit across each other’s sleeping forms and cut out chunks of vital organs like cubes of watermelon with a kitchen knife. You’re still cleaning it when I emerge from the bedroom and come downstairs, yawning and scratching foreign scars.

'Death by Lexicon' 'Self-Plagiarism' 'Push Me In, Walt Whitman' 'Some Poet I Am'

I TURNED AND RAN "The Importance of Knowing Nothing" "To Know That You" "The End and After and After All That" "Today it is the Poem"