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Loss

In my guts
My veins
My mouth
In my mind, my heart
Less a spleen and dopamine
Symmetry, mystery.

Never-things
Used-to-be’s
Their force unseen, evergreen.

Tugging.
Pushing.

Sometimes subtle—
Metaphor, folklore.

Father
Son
God undone.

Mother
Son
Innocence gone.

Brain’s misfiring
Cuture’s dying.

Sometimes violent—
Corporeal, literal.

Bloodletter,
In pints and liters
Keeper of time and meter.
Untethered fits,
Raven-feathered drama.
Tooth Fairy’s fists,
Uncouth’s karma.

Body’s pitstop.
Porcelain on blacktop.

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  • Wendryn July 20, 2017, 2:27 pm

    I read “bloodletter” and, because of the rest of the piece, read it as blood letter, as in letters written in blood, which might be somewhat appropriate. Powerful writing.

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