from Tsalmaveth
Anastomose my veins to
yours so we may
share
a dream pooled between us
handfast
this Tophet of systoles a complete fire
the charred curled fetal
and a vagitus
there
nerves bristle like hairs on
end no
clothes for rending
we must leave
behind
here
in this valley our numbers
barbarisch
after
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Appears in Ninth Letter Fall/Winter 2016-17 Vol. 13, no. 2
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Interesting, compelled me to try an edit.
Anastomose my veins to yours
so we may share a
dream pooled between us
handfast this Tophet
of systoles a complete fire
the charred curled fetal and a
vagitus there
nerves bristle
like hairs on end
no clothes for rending we
must leave behind here
in this valley our numbers barbarisch after.