Only the Bare Essentials, Part Two
By Melanie Darnall
Uptight
It’s not right, it’s not right
gristling beard black and white
like my downshifting temperament
sweaty man smell now I can’t even shut the fridge door without
gasping
(I never take in enough air)
gunshots
his hand drops to my already festering wound
leaking fluid out my face, that’s all I can do
while this visceral piece of confusion
consumed in violation
every few seconds, sliced open again
- way to bring up the past -
but I’m Mute Clenched Shut It Down
Wake Up, Wake Up little girl
[too late.]
they scraped another one off of you.
Keep running into Hurricanes – its greyscape survival
and I’m nowhere new: never snow. never gold.
Just HEAT
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