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Friday, April 6, 2018

He Can't Help His Hunger But He Knows What Holy Is

In theory, I know how to skin a rodent. An incision
into the belly, letting the weight of organs spill out,
a seam that pulls apart easily, a lyric bled as it glistens

like wet marble. Along the trail I consider the mission
of a stalking mountain cat, if my meat is me without.
In theory, I know how to skin a rodent. An incision

into the belly, as if every line were heredic, a twin
flap that opts to annihilate the original doubt:
a seam that pulls apart easily, a lyric bled as it glistens

alone until alone. As with the Rio Grande, General Williams
co-founded the Garden of the Gods, sandstone, jumping mouse—
In theory I know how to skin a rodent. An incision

as in the dinner we shared later, when we drew illustrations
of our first bighorn. I thought about my plate of trout,
a seam that pulls apart easily, a lyric bled as it glistens

with consciousness. If the CIA asks, tell them you consent
to the heart next to your name, that I alone cured the pelt.
In theory, I know how to skin a rodent. An incision is
a seam that pulls apart easily, a lyric bled as it glistens.

1 comment:

Radish King said...

I keep coming back to this. It haunts me. Perfect use of the form. Wow. Thank you.
Rebecca