Corkscrew
To the extent we are being observed
detective eyes slipping over my curls, curves
my hair a corkscrew angel’s halo
The truth is I either fear little or everything
and I turn in on myself, spinning flesh
I smoke the flowers and I eat the capsules
and I turn myself into myself
The transgressions
The transgressions
The transgressions
Maybe I’ve declared war on symmetry
and weight the left, lighten the right
True knowledge of the Image is
that there is no center to it
or that the center has collapsed
under thought’s murdering babble
and I’ll be right here if you need me
because you will need me
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