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I haven't edited it much, but I wanted to know what people think.

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Cubism: A Study

First, I had upended the
street signs: I
had devoured the fall
detritus willingly,
made way for solemn
wintry passersby, scratched
the thigh of Gaia in the way
that an ant nuzzles the
warmth of the heel.

I could not break up
the blackness of my
neighbors’ yards, could not
unbend my own chalky
outline or the imprint
of your body on my
bed;

I ached to clear myself,
ached to break myself
against my bedroom floor;
I ached to blame it on
the esoteric ridges of
your spine, the fleshy curve
into your pectoral muscles.
I ached but was unbeautiful.

You yourself were a
vagabond, clerically
dismantling the flesh
from your feet, devoting
hours to ruining
the tendons and sinews
in your hands

while mine were clasped;
but I was not on my knees
in gratitude. You were
a false messiah and I
was a congregation of
frauds and xenophobes.
I swallowed my mouth
vigorously.

I was bound up like
barbed wire; spidered
against the window’s
sunrise. The expectation
of pain is what made it
bearable

but I am unable to sew.
Thus I will be wingless:
I will not burn up
thunderously nor
touch the wrist of
God;

I will starfish on the
cobblestones and beg
forthright to be burned
by some young Apollo.

Thanks, friend. I was worried that I had used too many themes and that it was too scattered. Thank you for the reassurance. smile