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…