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AOk
Poems
Jan 2019
grow/in
I think about the ache
that cracking predicates itself upon.
How all-my-young-life
I wished for the snapping/satisfaction
of sinewed bone releasing pressure into atmosphere at will.
As if nursing-up some
small/combust/filled/living
till it's ripe with honeycomb and milk
only to set it loose in/of the wild-wood at night.
It's not that way though is it?
It's fissures in the ice
which rise from warmth.
A low/persistent/river
flowing steady through the reeds
till each they dry
and crackle-in-the-current.
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