A semi-list poem in free verse.
wet tear duct
pink membranes
smoothly skate
lubricate
a belt of notched gold
an eye all cornea
adamant spear of the pupil
pins you to the wall
river of hair
pink, wet nose
silent siloed towers
whiskers wide in well
enough space to
slide through
the rough
barbed tongue
now pause
claws, broad
supple knuckles
stretch sheathed scimitars
sharpened in time
to y a w n
the back
an arrow
arched in flight
the pupil
crystal clear
still a spear
in my mind
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