Today's poem is by Caroline Crew
Flesh Memory
What spectre has fleshed out such cruelty,
that small ruby hard in your chestthe rupture of childhood? Sunday's best
never good enough, all abandonment.Such a fire to stoke with delicate fingers.
You saw it once, you swore: the whipcracking right before the horse's nostril,
only you'd remember a lion's pussing noseand the leather licking it split. The light
here failing, you kept the ringmasterbeside youshadow-boxing in the ring
of your own red circus, a raw steakof fuck humming metallic as the sound
barrier brightens your blood again.
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