a.a. bondy made me do it

even the thing i revel in won’t take me.

no safe angles
to straighten my seams,
just a prick
to reveal
my blood.

how i’m fastened
to myself.

no way out.

the flipping of scenes,
repeating the weight
of my empty belly.

how it grumbles
like rocks under a boot,
bellowing truth,
a lack of left behind(s).

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