How to roll over, when
to keep a stiff upper
lip. Go limp. Survive it.
When to let the urge spill
—define the beginning and end
of your skin in context.
I'm in the solitary blue corner,
for example. Look west.
The day you were born
the sun split the city
into pieces. Everyone
watched, even I did.
We learn and fail
to learn what comes
and goes in cycles.
It's a fist-shaped machine,
a clenched jaw, a shrug,
a giving in. There's
hardly protection.
You come into this world
luminous, with glistening
lungs and not a word
to catch in your throat
or let fly.
Exactly here, I would hold you.
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