The Whistling Fire

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I haven’t yet decided
if I want to belong

a family of
mathematicians
math is everywhere
I tried to capture a square root
but the language
fell out

you claim self-destruction
may taste of redemption

but home is irresistible
when my chest
burns with your name

suck and snort and spit
your words raw
while I unpeel, untaste
this

band-aid on a gunshot wound
I unwrite him

and dream
of calamity

© 2009 Natalie Nelson