Tremors

Concisely: how the muscle folds,

and drunk is a room, as written to be.

 

The North, the True North of the swollen,

it borders an orgasm of the heart—as she planned it.

 

Where’d it go? It’s right here, man.

Right in the palm of your hand.

Where it’s always been.

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