The child of sweat and coal

Bread and milk
are dutifully listed

I stare
at the fat bulge veins
on the blue vein
bulge back
vein back of my hand

I part them
my mind parts them, blade
parts them
parallel bled

The fire is coming through at last
coals cussed and coaxed, I imagine
some black hearted longing for oblivion
since long before they were worded
or even dreamed

I strain and strain
in the sweat rivulet skirted
arch of a back and in half light,
my knees wide apart, scream without sound
birthing a twisted wish

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