conditional absolute

conditional absolute

my knuckles are bloody

and my heart’s on the floor

I’ve rapped at these chains,

served viscera on plates,

saudade, that bastard,

the only remains…

so,

I dangle my toes

from my rim of existence

eat darkness like a poem—

and swallow it whole

© Grace Black


 

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