Stranger Portraits Part II.

I’ve been absent in myself

The voice that carries me

Has let me go,

Imparting air

In through

My whole.

That I trap gravel

And scrape concrete

In ivy wrapping windpipes,

That are knotted and knotting

Revolting to feel them move

Because I am sentence bound.

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