I may or may not actually like this piece, I’ll make my mind up in a few weeks.
Shedding Skin
The phoenix I shed
fires a silver stream
of celebratory misery
in a burning bush
fevering my eyelids,
torture tastes better
than these words
nerves
time-bomb
t i c k i n g
take me with you.
Pulpit, heart quit
your tantalizing tease,
I’m a native to
this mantle plume.
