NaPM April 15 2015

[rayheinrich]

Dis-closure

I never told another soul
the secrets I shared with that bitch.
She’d sit and shake, play dead, and roll-
over for every juicy bit
of me she could wolf.  She would howl
and smack her lips, then she’d follow
my eyes toward another bowl—
hungry for all she could swallow.

The meat of this poem seemed scentless at first;
I whined, pawed the ground, gnawed on it's very meaning.
Then (like the joy of a well-caught ball) it called, and I came,
sentient of its command.

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Catatonic


(never)
(speak)
(of)
(it)

keep
small,
quiet

NEVER SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS GRANDPA TOUCHES ME

NO
(never)
(speak)
(of)
(it)

Excellent use of the profound line break.
(Damn, here I go using mechanical analysis to hide from sexual abuse...
Trapped, can't do anything else.)