Hang me.
By my tongue from
the Tree of Life.
Repeat to me
definitions of equality.
Let injustice drip
honey from my fingers
to remind me of purity
that comes.
Color,
let Eve curse
and Adam condemn
no man of his.
Baptised in red of
the read,
bathed in consciousness:
what difference
looks
like.
Know companion.
No compassion.
Syllables strangled
sensitivity,
the rawness of
Rope. Burn. Words
ask again
what it looks like.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Hang me.
By my tongue from
the Tree of Life.
Repeat to me
definitions of equality.
Let injustice drip
honey from my fingers
to remind me of purity
that comes.
Color,
let Eve curse
and Adam condemn
no man of his.
Baptised in red of
the read,
bathed in consciousness:
what difference
looks
like.
Know companion.
No compassion.
Syllables strangled
sensitivity,
the rawness of
Rope. Burn. Words
ask again
what it looks like.
Previously published in 2014-15 San Diego Poetry Annual. For correct formatting please view that version.
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