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DENNIS CRUZ
I open myself up The blade just one rusted Recollection... I do it right down the middle The belly splits easily A leakage dripping down the sides Like some bad stigmata But amidst all the stink Of entrails and gluttony I find no sign Of the tapeworm. I lift flaps of flesh And ropes of matter But still... No sign And I was so sure I could feel it moving, feeding On the blood Of all my bad impulses But if there's no worm Then what could be Moving, in there? After hollowing myself Completely out... I become convinced The worm has died And I've already Passed it and I Make a mental note To take a closer Look at what Passes through Before I flush it Into oblivion. Because without a Worm There is only Me And that's just Too much to bear. I never told you before, but... It was the way you told me... Like stretching something over Everything I leaned on to keep me afloat, Like pulling it up and over my head, Not quite suffocating, But still Making the soft pulling in of air A struggle. Something about the way you leaned in and whispered, Not even secretive Just...careful Not to hit So hard making me Too aware, Of how alone We had suddenly become. It was at that moment With the quiet pressing Against us... And the fear Passing over Both our eyes I converted... Never questioning Never looking back Just this trust Like a warmth Then this knowing Once and forever after That you would be The most beautiful Animal I would ever Encounter In this Or any other Lifetime. |
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