Self ie

1 August 2015

The sap of his word on a headboard
He comes out of jail a famous poem
All line rush buttons bordering breath
Exquisite: our history of hedges

He comes out of jail a famous poet
Squinting to see if she’s carrying commas
Fuckled: our shapeless reunions
Eyes of his whites too close again

Squinting to see if she’s cockled the commas
At night: he writes: or details a seam
Eyes of her whites too close again
You don’t love people so they’ll do what you want

At night: she writes: or details her dream
All lines rush as the drafts draw breath
You don’t love people so you’ll do what they want
The self ie of his poem.

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