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.

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