Art By: Patrick Tang
I lick the underside of your rage
Those wounds which are still
Soluble in saliva, those wounds
Which still scar the breath
If only I could circumvent
All retaliatory pain
But your circumcised nerves
Provide no protection
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We are always ready to resume
The ecstasy of war, it is our intent
To coexist despite exposure
Generosity is a consequence of love
And I am willing despite hunger
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Maybe it’s just my imagination about this poem. Anyhow I really struggled with writing today lots of distracting pain
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