Jesse Miksic
Take my mind into
the hands of your poem and
having warmed it, draw out
a savage
keening
sharpness
give me the winter
among the droll summers
give me the warning
of blood on the razor
Second voice, tangle
my bedsheets over
the red stain
at the heart of you
Find my voice
brutally, by tonsil
or eye socket,
Call it with a
touch
of your tongue
(I remember)
How you had me once
(please find me)
how it
lingered!
How it stung!
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Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He spends his life writing poetry, waiting patiently for nightfall, and having adventures with his wonderful wife and two children. Recent placements include Green Ink Poetry, Pink Plastic House, Moist Poetry, and Roi Fainéant Literary Press. His work and musings can be found at @miksimum on Twitter and Instagram, or www.miksimum.com.