Thursday, November 2, 2017

James Walton #81 Walking through fences




I have swallowed
your barbed wire
no longer contained
by an image of where I belong
these lungs all rust
now breathe
on the other side
of anyone’s thinking
bones yodel a symphony
I hang like the fox
everyone’s vermin
someone’s child

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