Tuesday, May 2, 2017

When Something Matters

It manifests as blush –
whatever matters happens
as an upward thrust: 
a rush of blood to flush the skin –

to hush, re-size the mind –
to brush against its blindness:
unsentimental kindness
far beyond the merely wise:

like an orgasm’s epiphany: 
breath gasped, death grasped –
scurrying from head to heart
to crotch. Worrying to watch.


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