Lines That Didn’t Make The Cut #3
You know you are expected to respond,
that rules establish how to choose your words.
Instead, you lead her out beyond the edge
and watch her iron shackles become birds.
Surrender to this failure. Shave your head.
Embrace her like the resurrected dead.
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I'm a poet and essayist. I write about poetry, writing, and translation; gender and sexuality; Jewish identity and culture; and the politics of higher education.
