I read poetry in public because it terrifies me
it rattles me in stage fright
it never gets better
just thrilling
body surfing the waves of anxiety
like “mother fucker I got this”
What do you fear?
throw your shoulder into it!
know where your center is
and be willing to walk away from it
go to the edge
the place of dark passions slithering in the Jacuzzi
behind the blinded sides of intersections you know
where the crippled sculptures smile back to the beautiful
I live my life lip-biting
on the verge of everything
the trembling moment before orgasm
always falling in love in some way
on the eve of all-I-ever-needed
slow it down I say slow it down
soon it will be gone
at the edge of eternity
I am only a skipped rock on the lake—throw hard!
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