in the night it feels like a stillborn child laying in my arms
i meet it clenched jaw- violence-
a face-down scream biting down bloodily onto my hand
a deliberate incision. solving a simple algebra problem:
isolate the
unknown
my brother is asleep in the doorway but i can see
the unwashed blood folded under his tongue
i anger so that you may fear
how would you know?
your feet arcing up on the swings
sitting at the apex; no downward descent
look down. look me in the eye.
afraid of the art you would make if you fell?
YOU ARE READING
HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human