I am Filled with the Fury

of stars and I have known you

 

but who listens

to you? Even

still there is

no vitality

 

in your breath.

Be still I advise you

to grow wide to

leave your neighbors

to kill anyone

with your same

 

first name. Prepare.

We have buried three

stronger than

you. We have made wine

 

from their voice

box and now we are so

terribly drunk.

 

–Christine Kanownik

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