sweet thorn in my ribs
absorbed in my
robust fascia;
sharp in the introduction
but dull
once picked.
grew up my spine and tickled
without bloodshed.
left a trail of detritus
to mine.

sinks into your elbow
lips a bobbing knife;
seasoned and slow,
blunt but steady,
cutting deeper with each
starved, I learn the swerve
of each artery.

two indolent house cats
striped with ribbons of each other.
not declawed and
cautious with each lunge,
each obstructed mile,
scratching at each other’s scabs
to remember how to





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