Flash FlagSomething about his eyes reminds meOf butchers shops. I am more than the Other girls, he says; fist full of facts, mindWider, hair longer, the right amount of sad.And yet he looks and chooses all the time.Will this be enough? As he tightens otherFlesh, captures bones, I will wonder whatWas said in the moments after and before. Behind the stripes hides nothing but my fear;His obsession, which, as a flash streaks dark, With one saccade, will disappear. Wrapped car-cass of a sacred beast I leave behind no mark.S.
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