This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Guy R. Beining Four Poems
unfixed cave

i torn down
as if sedimentary
rock, with
skin breaking apart
trying to escape
from my window
like the fly
that had licked
my bones &
played music with
its wings, now
in the shutter
of our wings.

you are stealing
the box of flowers
from my ribcage,
pressing the last
seeds to my lips.
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