Nicoletta Ceccoli
Jig
Whatever your words they ensnare
As a worm flexing on a arched talon
Whenever I approach the hunger
Perforates my palate and all my words
Minced together with blood
Sound to my own ears like paper
The expense of your flesh is too high
And I shall not be fooled again
By your histrionic jig or any
Of the asthmatic songs
In accompaniment
New
Your smile settles as a paring knife
Into my ash-white heart carving out
Such delicate slivers
That if I did not know better
I’d think myself again a child
For the pain is so articulate
That one of us must be new
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