whore of Babylon by Alexandra
Hartman
I, writer of ghosts
with grubby keystrokes
cramped, inky hands
I observe everything
reveal nothing
tongue
wired
nailed
stapled
I stagger mute and stupid
beneath my secret history
big body
foolish, bulky heart
I devour heavy plates of cold marrow
if I could, I’d
slice through life
blade thin, needing nothing

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