December 1998 / Volume One / Issue Three
Brian Simko
WITH OUR TACIT

YOU WERE BURNING BOOKS INTHE BREEZE

AND WE WATCHED AS YOU DINED ON THE INVISIBLE APPLAUSE,

COVERING THIS LANDSCAPE WITH YOUR ENTRAILS,

GOBBLING OUR MARROW DOWN

IN A STOMACH YOU HOPED WAS STILL THERE.

IN THESE FIRES,

I AM TRYING TO WARM MY HANDS

FOR COLDER NIGHTS

WHEN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF MATCHES.
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