this body, that i lack perplexed, rejoicing tender as a millimeter explodes from streetlights heaves in a sea of wild umbrellas has a name? sure graffiti, sex a constellation of elephants tattooed on every forehead like a poem in its pure state stumbles, gropes, discovers battles on a staircase of desire between footfalls, signals
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4 responses to “This Body, That I Lack”
Wow. This is incredible. Every line resonates with me. I especially like, “tender as a millimeter”
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Thank you so much, Bob! I’m happy you liked it.
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“battles on a staircase of desire”…yes, this is such a good sentence…I have found myself on that staircase, sometimes traveling upward, sometimes downward…”groping & discovering within each tender millimeter”…battles often fought within the tenderness of brevity..
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How right you are. And beautifully said, my friend. Thank you for commenting!
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