By Michael H. Brownstein
an anger we do not need to know, but do.
Hang the foreskin from the flaps of the window,
bury the femur in piles of ash,
tear holes in the hairline for a mask.
Eventually everything is mad cow disease,
corn sugar, processed food, tiny parasitic worms.
Stress lines are not the stretch marks of love
the way a man is more notable from the outside
as if chicken wire can drill barbs into skin,
bring the power of anger against the scrotum,
the one point arteries open like clothing,
one lover to another, a moment of passionan anger we do not need to know, but do.
Hang the foreskin from the flaps of the window,
bury the femur in piles of ash,
tear holes in the hairline for a mask.
Eventually everything is mad cow disease,
corn sugar, processed food, tiny parasitic worms.
Copyright © 2021 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
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