Sparks

That is our body,

there are fuses–
sometimes the arcing electricity is blinding,
blows cicuit breakers

breaking under the weight
of secrets and sorrow
and singularity

Sparking, this is my body
in the shadows

This is my body that confuses
and confesses
lights up the darkness
with quick flames — that lick the sore spots

This is my body

a confession
an omission

of blinding sadness
and power

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