flay

sometimes you get what you wish for.
brain-flaying conversation
precision of metaphor,
that elegant scalpel…

bone-flash of
teeth

thread to thickening
cord (that was your wordchild,

jewelry I
stole for this poem)

out of body,
where soul embraces
soul.

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