Ars Poetica Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie Wild animals, for whom sunrise is the boot heel in the side, who are riderless save for the invisible jockey of survival who run because their destiny is running and because wild means there is no gap between destiny and will and no will beyond the will of muscle Wild animal when I overtake you, clasp your heaving neck between my legs count the pulse in your artery against my thigh and name that pulse and whisper its name into your pricked ear When I recite the names of what you are not you are not grass you are not lake you are not sunrise, but rather the puppet of sunrise. You are a thought I had not known was mine When I string you up by the mouth like a puppet slip my alien fingers between your leather lips and serve cold metal to your tongue, teach you to turn at the twitch of my wrist, it may seem like dominion but it is not dominion For I was born to sit astride my own thoughts and pound the earth and you were born to bear me. This litany I whisper in your ear as you succumb is as true aas blood and lets like blood. I do not break you for the racetrack I do not break you for show I break you because all I have is speech and spindly legs, and because your leather lips can only blow on the water they cannot name a ripple. But together we might overtake the sun together be sunrise be lake be grass forget the gap between our two bodies that you might teach me wild and I, let wild speak -- p2: defenestrate --

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