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Drawn Bodies

by Matthew Zangen

What stories have we scraped
from the bare of our teeth
if we bear such abrasive tongues
in the drown of our cheeks?

Do we free the twitch
or the itch of the nape
if we leave our hands to hang
from skin so listful? For whose sake?

Let's let ourselves apart,
the tongue to sand the eyes,
the flesh to draw and boil
into oceans of salt and sky.


Posted on 12/23/2018
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 12/28/18 at 10:36 PM

Drawn forth, lustfully in
To the drawing
Making is both
Message and messenger

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