Network, rhythm, whole:

A part of me says ––

Beset me with honey;

she pulls the bedsheet along

her newly-shaved claves;

she never loses her erection.

 

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A part of me is

the still damp air in a party balloon;

he smiles with his hand over his mouth

because he has braces and is exquisite

to no one.

 

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A part of me wants

to quiver, full of arrows

and smell the fletching hair

of so many men.

 

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A part of me fears

his mother dying and the lozenge

that will stick in his throat because of it.

 

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I am standing on the pile of firewood

clearing the drains of mud with a stick.

I am taking on a responsibility.

A part of me has its eye on the time.