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Jun 2019
Imagine the world
as your palm north-
south'ing your face

from fleeing fore-
head to flicking
brow-ridge to

and all of it you're
stuck with and with
everything it hides

you're stuck with

stick it to your chest
and let it pump
rage in your veins

see it die in whatever
vein tracks from clavicle
to un-sunned wrist
it's wind; it's fire

singing your hairlineβ€”
your eyebrows though
thin as they are

they're still strong, love
Christopher Hendrix
Written by
Christopher Hendrix  Blue Springs, Missouri
(Blue Springs, Missouri)   
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