Stream With Blood by Robin Wyatt Dunn

stream with blood
she’s twitching for the fondness in her breast

no rest may hurt me
I will not sleep

bear me to the fond beneath
but not yet:

I am an urchin
and I do urchin things

with my hands
with my mouth

I’ll open you up
and scoop you out

bear me to the fond beneath the summons of the sky
and who’ll die
not me–
not you–
the thing of us must die

bearing urgently to its grave
our terrible message
of what we were

I cut it out

mark with me
its terrible passage
out of your veins

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles. In this picture he is holding his tiny chapbook MARY, from Rinky Dink Press.