hunting
stagnation
hand
to mouth
I
crawl as a devil
with
a hook art
I
am hunting
in
the woods
for
soft tissue
over
bones
my
crooked smile
draws
back
to
where rhyme
is
ancient longing
calling
me to stab
at
any shot I get
prodding
me to see
just
how undone
I
have become
this
is when
any
moment can be
the
pierce flight
of
my arrow-ed intentions
when
any moment can start
tracing
fingers along
all
the entryways
of
my denials
and
surrenders
this
is where
my
memory is
the
long dark
flesh,
splayed out
gutted
and hung
on
a rope
tight
and taut
tied
between two trees
with
the rest of what
I
want to forget
bleeding
out
this
is when
I
go to my knees
and
I drink the swill
and
I spill what spoils
as
a mark
on
my face
I
anoint my skin
back
to its iron core
back
to where
I
am star dust
falling as insurrection
through
gravity
for the shapes
and sizes of me
through
any chance
to
sing another
redemption song
I can be
EJR
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