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incandescent

you walk through my dreams holding
      my pain in your hands like coals
           your flesh peels back burning I
                lay down beside you my skin
                          peeled back I turn the knife on

myself you peel my fingers
    back you take it from me and
           still I kill you in my dreams
                because you are there (because
                          he is not) and because I

believe you are immortal
    and cannot be harmed even
           though I know that every-
                thing dies especially love
                          especially loving me

   

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  • Disclaimer

    Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

    In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

    It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

    A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.


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