To Anguish



To Anguish


Peach acid.
A scalded peach tongue.
A spicy and hot and bitter and spicy peach
in scalded tongue.
Oh, sadness.

Ah! Studied smile, lightened, rehearsed in the mirror
of what I do not say.
Ah! Stupid breathlessness, oppressed, spelled,
innocuous poison.
Ulceration.

What a slow machine,
what clumsy, slow machine
is the heart of the one that suffers.



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