TWENTY VOICES WEIGH ON EIGHTEEN MUSCLES

O my neck,
you have been the wires
taut and full of passion,

you have been the atlas
for
my sight
my sounds
my tenders kiss

But you pain me:
I have
seen too little
heard nothing
embraced only lust

Do I rest my head
too heavily
in afterglow
with hopes of a muse?

Oh, goodness!
how terrible this feels.
Everyone,
snap your damned mouths
closed shut—
You’re making this so much
worse.
You’re making this so much worse.

Scholarly laughter,
thrust your dagger
sever my spine
so, so down I lie.

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