drumstick plays relentless upon the space between my eyebrows right above my nose, I feel the triple wetness threaten to drip
bankrupt tears
spilling unwillingly
why does this transparent portrait
of collaborative love cause this
uncodified ache coursing through
my center from brow to belly to
the cracks in my heels
blood barren, dry, emptied
dust covered all remain
unspoken for language will not
can not know how to form around
this mammoth pilgrimage of
oppressive heat bars me from
dust covered box somewhere
out there in the great unknown
does it...
does it or
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Julie Jordan Scott

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