the skin to make a poem
out of blood and torn tissue, wrench out globs
of me and spread them
on paper, paint simple letters in the stain
like a wild child
and say the things most needing to be said:
I would rather live
an imbecile not knowing the how or why
of anything,
than die.
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Charles is a retired university professor from NY
now living in San Francisco.
