shrapnel incised excised

Haiku 32421 (redux)

My heart is shrapnel —
Incised, excised, in your wake —
Fragments, incomplete.

What I’m Reading:

“i almost become vomit / resisting being / a jellied woman / mopped up”

— Therese Estación / “ICU II”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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