sharp peals from the bell of avoidance

five trademarks for the road

I think I’ll just take care of myself

from now on

I think there may be something evil within me

a smile or a razor, like puncturing

wet paper.

I am itchy all over.

harsh peals from the bell of estrangement

and internal conflict chews its bite

this chunk of a dilemma, this unyielding appetite,

what rings through her, it rings through you,

it rings through me, and it resonates, and it

reverberates back in equal measure, boxing your ears, bursting

your drums.

can I pay you this disrespect; if

I have chosen to have you know me, can I

take it then away? I am mottled in tick bites,

I am covered in lice, fungi grow from between my toes,

and my snarl precedes me. call it dignity or

call it pride, I have nothing left to show. my head scratched

was nice to have, but I will not sit and wait for you. I do not

conceive of love as meaning anything in stasis, I do not consume

ideas for subsistence, I will not make my bed in this.





I am not fond of my grudges held, and I do not wish to make another.

resentment spawns in broods, and I’ll have no part of this litter.

and though I roam, I am not as far as I seem.

you’ll find me in woods, where we grow, die, and breathe.





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