Advanced Preparation
I feel ready to — prepared to die.
, that is —
not equipped.
But the bite marks on my frame scream
Open mouthed.
A pitch only dogs can hear
violence! Violence!
Infinitely empty : the ether
between the quarks
between the neutrons
between my cells your cellsyourteeth
Infinitely neither here, nor
This poem first appeared in Sassafras Issue One.