over & over again.
i am born.
the ****** carcass
i emerge from
the flesh;
true immortality.
the wounds
i have suffered
turn me inside out;
plum red
and beating.
i am the deliverer of
epilogues, beginnings
of prologues
but i can’t remember
again & again
if this is a curse
or what they call a blessing.
i wish i could savor
a

satisfying

end