here, a hollow house
I had a dream of pulling sticks from my mouth, then
A whole pencil.
I woke up heaving.
And wanting.
When disgust seduces desire
and the universe cracks open,
my body floods with the electricity
of old and new wounds.
Lately I've been holding your anger
in pockets of my kidneys,
against the walls of my uterus,
and down through my tailbone.
I release your rage in little doses
that appear as:
emptying the trash,
folding the blankets,
becoming my grandmother.
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