Artist Type Person
You--spill over margins,
between lines
lace ink
with weakness--Your--
trembling fingers
aching viscera
cold sweats--pouring between shoulders,
and flinching limbs--blood pumped by,
a coward's heart
a historian's heart
who lays glyphs
and cries for the hero--You--
goddamn
yellowbellied
gunshy
pansy-ass
humanities major--obsessed with the palpitations of organs,
laying the pansy-ass glyphs--You--
artist
writer
lover
not fighter
and your good
for nothing
tears.
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