2 sierpnia 2021
When The Attack Comes
Like a tantric I will
gather you and make you sleep
in my eyes.
In lantern festival, I
will be fighting dark
with hundred wicks.
The dead will come
back to talk about their
amputated thumbs.
You had no bona fides
to tell me how blue were
my aches.
I don't find any metaphor
in this qualified decay,
wiping my glasses to see clearly.
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