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T R S
Poems
Feb 2021
Frenetic Sowings
In digging a pitch garden made with stitches of ruined charcoal
I sowed into ten bowls made of silver
Ten showmen, made of clay and soul.
I knew enough to know I didn't have a second to have for myself first.
Still, it's worse to know I thirsted for a patchwork portion of stable
little points, painted on a thrift store surface.
I didn't care how clean or worn it was,
because it always does the same thing
and it stings my eyes
and dyes my curtains
It brings my lies
and paybacks certain.
Not knowing is enough.
Showing feels too tough.
I baked my show sinew, and stuck it in a stock ***.
It's a lot.
By god it is.
Caught in needlepoint necks makes my life something I could give.
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