I.
“My darkest thought”
My darkest thought these days:
I abandon the blade for fire.
I flame myself, fan the orange
in a raze across my arm.
What grows back is raw wound.
A singe in the chilled wind.
Father, I do not want to be
gratuitous. All humans suffer
each according to their lot, I know
but why bring dreams to your son
such he cannot stand to sleep?
You touched him once. Have pleasured.
Given insight to his baser nature. Father
touch him—he pleads—once more.
He will accept yourself inside himself.
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