To Capture by A.J. Huffman

not corner was your intention,
because you knew I did not believe
in walls, but your handcuffs were more
like bullets.  They fell through
my wrists with a bang.  You tried
to play it off like stigmata,
some inherent flaw that made my blood
blue.  It ran backwards through my veins,
a true river of no return.  You addressed me
as your highness, wooed me with crowns.
I saw cracks in every stone you called
diamonds, pricked my eyes
with invisible thorns.  I became puncture,
a pro-action verb.  Your breath’s
intake was sharp, echoed,
but never quite elevated itself
to that utopian oral oval,

A.J. Huffman has published thirteen full-length poetry collections, thirteen solo poetry chapbooks and one joint poetry chapbook through various small presses.  Her most recent releases, The Pyre On Which Tomorrow Burns (Scars Publications), Degeneration (Pink Girl Ink), A Bizarre Burning of Bees (Transcendent Zero Press), and Familiar Illusions (Flutter Press) are now available from their respective publishers.  She is a five-time Pushcart Prize nominee, a two-time Best of Net nominee, and has published over 2600 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, The Bookends Review, Bone Orchard, Corvus Review, EgoPHobia, and Kritya.  She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press.


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