on my wall
in shame-
the slightest taxidermy
thrills me. Fish
forever leaping
on the living-room wall-
paperweights made
from skulls
of small animals.
I want to wear
your smile on my sleeve
& break
your heart like a horse
or its leg. Weeks of being
bucked off, then
all at once, you're mine-
Put me down.
I want to call you thine
to tattoo mercy
along my knuckles. I assassin
down the avenue
I hope
to have you forgotten
by noon. To know you
by your knees
palsied by prayer.
Loneliness is a science-
consider the taxidermist's
tender hands
trying to keep from losing
skin, the bobcat grin
of the living.
Written by Kevin Young
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