My muscles ache with away
in the room that is the terrible night.
The fox calling, tripping
itself into clumsy cannibalism -
tail, tooth, nail,
circle into singularity
until nothing but this speck
of heat
burning my tongue
down through tissue
to the heart.
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I wrote this poem within this last year.
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