Carnal/Eval/Uation
I am about to make the other speak.
-Barthes
Nor did the war ever end, i could not stop the flow
Bled out, i colored the right bright love of the red winged blackbird
Best believe in the magic of— pier roped our separate water crafts
In calm waters and spent, smeared lipstick stains cloud shape
On the interior of the mouth coverings, falling in space
Like love, garners a series of questions
Participation in the others’ hallucination of you
Line the poem with broken facts
Each heart a haunted place, be not what leaps if leaps
Confused, fashioned as monsters of old
Every tree trimmed with faces, a sadness
Always remember the brokenness i tucked under
This necessary keep: What is your allegiance to
To be an American poet, the response of the nation
If you know what you are is better than what you want
Space is negotiated by resources, the way the lines of the poem
Take the place of where we would have been real to one another
I think sometimes if you would just call my name out loud
Like that story, the whole world could begin again
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