10/18/2023

Making Ink: Chapter One

I burn the old flesh,

and the rotting roots, 

my tongue numbed 

by the smoke,  

the carbon black reproach


for not having spoken more

clearly when I said I have 

always been ready, yet 

I don’t why after all this 

time I am still waiting 


for something to begin.


[LSS 10/18/23]

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