"Maybe my poems come out
of the veins of my neck
and one day it will explode.
of the veins of my neck
and one day it will explode.
Sometimes I share too much.
Sometimes I don't share enough,
but doesn't that all depend
Sometimes I don't share enough,
but doesn't that all depend
upon what one considers
to be the deep end
or the blood bath?
to be the deep end
or the blood bath?
Whether or not they want to
dive all the way into me
and whether or not I'll let them?"
dive all the way into me
and whether or not I'll let them?"
from my poem "Saint Juliet with Starry Eyes", at Rag Queen Periodical today
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