'will you take the needle off the table?"
'YES!'
i do not want to die, but i do want to be killed.
when i am feeling my fucking heart leek from my between my legs - i shrink a bit.
And i dread turning the corner because everyone hates me--
like the way their heads turn into light bulbs to inspect me.
and if it wasn't for the death penalty - you'd fear me.
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I love this one! I love how thought provoking it is on the concept- those headlining verbs of the first line in the third stanza: "to die" v. "to be killed"
ReplyDeleteI think the formal aspect of this poems short length really adds to the amount of thought you have to give (like William Carlos Williams work, or even our feeble pawings at Sappho- we pack meaning into the briefest fragments).
I enjoy your use of repition, a good example of it being the last three lines of this poem where it hones in on a "me". It grows angrier and pushes back out against all the lines of hurt and exposure piling up on it in a violent (and tragic) revolt. Traces of the poet Eminem in your influences perhaps ;^)
My favorite line is the one about the haters leering at you and their interrogating heads as lightbulbs.
And as I said- you make sexy violence in words-- always conflating a sexual and violent possibility- in this instance the "leek from between my legs" Its a nice trade mark of yours that makes your works hard to read in a way that needs to be examined by readers.