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Retrograde | poem

Chewing blue lips,
I retrace steps through stars, flirting with moons. I choose to peruse stardust, not blood.
Maybe this mess is crucial, a reverse foxtrot of love, where I stumble over toes, numbing spines to dip deep and long.
Maybe this mess is sacred, a puddle of black matter flattening my frills, clipping me to the edge of God’s
belly ring.

Prescribed Method | poem

Draw out venom With pens. Roll on ink Like perfume. Feel bubbles behind eyes; Draw those out too With sharpened pencils And plates, knives And ceramic snakes, Like someone who’s blind But sees.