Stabbed guts
in an alleyway
Juxtaposed
dank brick and dumpster
Garbage rank
and clusters of flies humming raucously
About the
faces of a self and an anti-self
The figure of possibility
and results barking voraciously
Until one of
them is declared victor in the moment
Only for the
duel to be embodied by midnight
Into another
stagnant altercation
The swings,
the cleaver slices of muscular tissue
Plopping to
the concrete to marinate in the urine and rodent pellets
The chunks are
reviewed occasionally dusted-off if time is available
But repeatedly
reinserted into the shivering carcasses,
Unless the
damage is of a permanent irreparable variety
The kind done
by eighth-grade girls to a boy on a dance floor
Or the mocking
of comrades taking sides over a summer
Where one is
no longer a child for which Santa applied, but is now
In the
population of marijuana, runaways, and capable of comprehending
The difference
between rape and love
The segmentation
comes in an alcove where parents often clamp eyelids
To assume
discussions are handled outside the auspicious of direct vision
So it is, the
darkness latches to the lightness
The two become
thrust and parry fencing twins
Assigned for
the marathon of naked combat
Some see the
brothers or sisters battling behind the faces of our siblings
Aware of the
night inking into the day
Others
oblivious or ignoring consciously the infinitude of melees
Sunrise, charcoal-midnight
painted and repainted
Delicious
poison, impaled liver, transplant kidney
Metabolize the
sugar in the sin; we are each stitched rag-dolls
Mending and
shredding ourselves passing corridors, regretting short-cuts
Knowing the
beautiful-ugly in an opportunity to exhale and inhale deeply
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