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Renee C Sep 9
A nascent stutter breaks out along
Hives of gurning teeth in metronomic song.
Caught in its own tail like some snake – It’s a real long
Body full of gear that shakes

With unimaginable force, as it scales these
Shaved-down rails, impersonally as a hairpiece
Flapping atop some bald scalp – It’s a real long
Time to be a passenger.
Renee C Aug 23
Bit on the bone-white caps
Of my thumbs on-way
To you, sober as a shrimp’s tramping
Eyes at the end of its stalk.

Had a maladious projection on paper today,
Of shyness, porous as fog; every delayed
Communion driven down the hall
Where my blame stays
Displaced. Not much to say
That’s humble.
Renee C Aug 6
Fever with criminal agency
Baldly paws at suggestible woods
Cursed by the rain’s contingency
Patina crawls south of crabbed roots

Bean-coiled muscle exposed as barely
Adequate plugs in a shallow basin
Beach-boiled slugs dilate and quiver
For summer bathing fairly by the river
Renee C Jul 27
Sleep pressed instrumentally against my pillow’s slighted bladder 
In its latency my incontinence
Rebounds 

Deep down I wish I’d said a final farewell
To the topography of scabs on his pockmarked 
Couch
Renee C Jun 14
Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.
Renee C May 26
There is romance found in ingratiation, in these chaste doilies, suffering implicitly beneath the burden of ***** bowls. Here’s one, illuminated as a pinball machine when you rattle that dung-brown stain about its shrivelled pupil. Above it, a cataract of steam squirms about in unalarming routine.

So many nights I adulterated merely for lack of better days were given credence by the gimpy sun, turned away with its blouse undone, and ****** back to the chalkboard. Somewhere along the past few days I must have become bedridden, indentured to prickly sponge baths by that ****** tongue.

How I’d like to stay sedated now. Another day of inoculation becomes an alibi for the adhesion of this numbness inducted to the soft-boiled meat of my temples, combing out my shoulder blades, running down my legs...

Stupidly, I almost feel a sense of superiority in not learning any faces among the indiscrete convoys of whitish heads popping in now and then, with the subordinate arousal of stiff knuckles, or other things compressed inward by their own come-hither fervor.

“You talk too much, you worry me to death…”
****** I hardly know her
Renee C May 10
Before her, I was
South-facing as a loose tooth plucked from sore gums.

There is a affinity shared with her
In this gloomy hair, like graphite
Fingerprints anointed on my featureless cranium; and how

Before me, she was
Broken as the noon's fever. Her boyish hips fanning out,
Abdicating space for my anemone palms
To measure their wingspan.

Jellylike expectancy
Suspends us in a flood of adrenaline.
In light of Mother's Day, I am recalling the horrific time my dad showed me a video of her birthing me
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