Relating to Tao


I need this whole
city to melt with
me, to feel this

orgasm. My politics are too
numb for words
& birds.

Roofs howl.
Billboards snort at us.
The flag twirls into itself.

Telephone wires
stare us down.
The flag dances, still!

Cars keep running right through
the holy ground between us
& what for? This is

where god almost died.

People. A conscious dilemma.
Birthed suckle-sounding winks
of fermenting amber glazed

like plastic over flat cement.
Any genuine woman might
require a heroism that feels

bravely too interior—a throbbing
breath of tenderness which keeps
unwound enough to moan.

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