Desiring me to blurt to spew to throw

it all on this paper table –

heart, head, stomach too

(why not)

no meter no measure

not even so much as an edit

seeing my words live, without filters

like the worst kind of improv

stripped bare –

a runty winter tree –

read my scars

my skin

my soul, count my rings

my Ginsberg moment

captured

obscene…