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Coiled

Allison Grayhurst

Keep it. Always.
Well built, like literature.
This birthplace and then, into
the weighted wind. I am scarcely
bearing it, palpitating, counting
palpitations, high on this kundalini drug. Today,
I will say nothing, be elusive as a shy-man’s smile.
I can’t stand the crumbs. Eating for nourishment only,
one grape, this fabric - covering, menial, not warm.
I can’t plant daffodils in January. You know
everything I gave you was purely accident,
not meant for you to treasure. How else can I be beautiful?
How else can this legend not be broken, but be a masterpiece
in your eyes? My tree. My front crawl.
I need to lead, callous with my intentions.
Because there is more at stake
than the digging up of remnants, more than
you and me and this mortuary of foiled ambitions.
On the couch. In the bedroom. Armpits, ripe and enticing.
You built a city. I entered. But this is my ecstasy.
There is something growing. I need release,
space to expand my fleshy torment. Damn you.
Gleaming like a little sun, gorgeous
and calm, edging out so many possibilities.
Damn you. I want to descend from this height, leave
these messy corridors, not needing you, not needing
your fire opal tongue skimming my skin,
pointed deep into my chasms. You are barricaded
in convention, denying everything we are supposed to die for,
everything, you promised, we would,
together, own.

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