Today's poem is by Hadara Bar-Nadav
Ventriloquist
The old wound is speaking
again through my back,carving its blood alphabet.
For days I can only crawl
from one side of painto another, leashed
to lightningneon shooting
through my jaw.The pills and the pills,
white circular selves,the slippery self
slipping, unselfing.Remember to relax
my teeth (Relax your teeth).Kundalini recoiling then
lashing forth, springof metallic hisses.
My voice like a voyeur,
no, a ventriloquistfisting up my spine,
forcing a moan.My mouth cracks
open, unhinged, thrownby herniated suns
teething on bone.
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from Colorado Review
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