Pepper-spray 9/5
Admit I’ve got you by the lapels
that your jaw is hinging on a wire – laying
silently – your teeth are popping corn
I am holding you an inch from the floor
Admit that I’ve got your buttons in my fists
that your threads are undoing – rewinding
and jamming the gutters
This is a bloodletting
I am a stabbing
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