drawing / blood
Tayler D. Waring
as though he knows this story
begins and ends w/ empty
chests the fat man fumbles
as he penetrates skin, sweaty
as though this is the first time
a man has entered a woman
only to take her blood and left
w/ everything he came for:
unfathomable red seeps sap
-slow, swelling glass w/ riddles &
hemoglobin w/ great cowardice
I reject the confusion
of needles (their nominal
violence) & draw a treasure
map gently, w/ pencil (it goes
without saying: if you’ve reached
the heart, you’ve gone too far).