necks
that neck
encircled by big dumb
hands
could break
like a toothpick
the flat wooden
ones accidentally left
on floors that
stab like daggers
through
the flesh of soles
that neck
like a cob of corn
could have broke
in half
between those two
wide hating hands
a snapshot of a neck
and a head
sometimes kissed
and cherished
now swallowing
its own forced out
tongue
honey, where are
you now? do you speak
this language?
the photo left
out of the album
the album of silence
the story behind
how was your day
and small talk
that neck was human
and now
that neck is damaged
but not broken
a trip
home
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