Unsightly Edges – A Poem
By Ama Danesi
There’s a knock, a hesitant rap on my nape
from pain that’s testing, peering over
my delicate collar-bone for a crack in my steely resolve.
My need for more is a palmed heat.
I’m done with squatters. He can still smell me
in his nostrils. Craving our wonted high, he lingers -
Every pain has a home, a coach, an itch
my arteries make poor hallways – C’est le…