Saturday, September 17, 2016

Pursue Three Rites of Rue

The moment has three acts. Here are the facts.
He reaches out to touch her as if touching
her were normal. Her beauty blasts: it isn't
normal: it is profligate – too much – a waste –

it overwhelms, it storms his gates, spills more
than he could ever gather, taste, erase.
What to do? Pursue three rites of rue: burn –
be stabbed – behold. Yearn, grab, grow old.


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