Rhyme

pen tip
glitters,

like human
hair in deep

pore, black
hole whose end

unseen
arrives as

fingertip
to wrist

to forearm,
bicep, shoulder:

clavicular
neck and shirt

unbuttoned:
I go

down on me:
give me

grace
or give me

death, or
fuck this race:

I've thrown
my pen

into
the garden:

my life is
changed:

I see
one way

and look
an other:

I am he
but never me:

I speak
and get forgotten.


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