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Red Baby
Red baby holds the pen in his ink spot hand
Fingernails born pink by redwing blackbird
I watch him as the line forms thinly-veiled bugs
“They’re getting married” he says -
Benediction
You were my benediction
The night would befall me swiftly
And you would scoop me up to hold tightly
Cradle
Like a baby
Like I was yours
And now I sit by candle light lamenting my malfeasances -
Maidenhair’s Treason
I. Are you the one courting insanity?
Teasing it
Taunting it
Spoon feeding it Uni,
Language, and Spines
In my sea of inculcation?