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TELL THE ENEMY

YOUR FACEIS COVERED IN

WHITE RABBIT

FUR



KIRA CLARK



WHICH TEETHY SALTY PART

I am standing in a large pool of water holding a glass of lemonade with square ice cubes that every so oen hitthe side of the glass clink clink clink clink when I amshaken by the waves You are banal there I said it

Your face is banal but I thought better of you for yourface If I said when the waves hit me they rushed upinside of me sprouting little wave hands and made mecome would you think better of me then would youknow me then I will take place settings and set up anice meal for myself and then I will walk around in the

water and I will let the rain dampen and ruin my hairbecause who cares about grace is beam of light we are all in oh this small light, this light that we think we fit inside ere is no hiding anymore inside of the light

ere are slits all over this body this body that limits meLimits my perfection that would otherwise exist so plainly Shocked I always am Shocked I always



will be Hemingway said do not fear death welllook at me, you big man, look at me all you big men,look at me in the water with my glass Crisp I like what is crisp Anything with an edge and knife peaked Anything salty Tongues I like tonguesYour body is so sharp like a corner like an angle like somany lines Once I jammed my pinkie on your

collarbone and you laughed and pinched the fat aroundmy belly e fat that holds it all for me Wheredo you put things? I just said all this to make youcome Whoever comes first is the loser ready set goI have turned into a wild animal in this water Ihave turned away from the sun My teeth are small

smudged windows Would you like to touch them Ilike fingers in my mouth up and around my teethere are dead fish everywhere I have eaten themall I keep them in my here belly All of my appliances are breaking all of my machines ey are all sick, have these viruses It is because watch me

sacrifice anything for art What is the shape of me you are holding between your fingertips Which part did you break off , which teethy salty part?



THIS IS A FIGHT Tell the enemy No Tell the enemy your face iscovered in white rabbit fur with small black shiing eyes Tell the enemy you are art and you arestanding on all the ground that is subtle and sweet

Tell the enemy you finally remember ere arethese words and there are flickering lights of death andthere are people who look like the stars and there isnothing else You tiny animal of rabbit Yousmall water of shark Look at this one piece of bloated water, this one fat wishbone of water all the

swans in the world are fighting over until they twisttheir own necks off Tell the enemy Yes Tell theenemy you have no friends anyway Tell the enemy you know the enemy is the machinery of life Tellthe enemy you will be crushing You shining greatof man You huge idea of resume I will give all words back to you All worlds back to you And you will keep all of language warm inside of yourmachine e enemy is being the weirdest the



enemy has ever been in the enemy's life It is notshowering and it is letting rust and dirt build up until itis meaner than before Tell the enemy it is all justsalt and marrow Water and light e enemy will yawn dark dark dark while you tell me I am a woman hiding all of language in my woman beak Tell it you will not slip on its milky war Or else we

will throw up our hands and let rot fall like snow on ourtongues Look at a sky Any sky is willbe a new place Look at my army of airplanesscratching at whatever sky you want



BLOOD TO COVER MOUNTAINS

for my sister

ere on the outside of bodies Out this window Blood does not bond Bodies do not matterere where cars get bored and act out Bodies snap

le and right Her body it snapped in many wayssnap snap snap I want her blood to fill up my body I want our singular blood to cover mountains andoceans Children will bathe in our blood and thebond of blood will be worshiped When childrentouch their mother’s breast When sisters touch

each other’s flesh It will be as if they are touching their own breast their own flesh e children willbe covered in our blood in the bond of blood in thesmell of life Sisters will shine lights in each other’smouths and see that it is their own mouth ey will spit in each other’s mouths and see that it is theirown spit e mothers will not mind any of thisbecause the mothers will love the bond of blood and thesmell of life there on the inside of bodies



DEAR LITTLE DISEASE Well okay I will move to a new country then Notreally I will just sit here and starve I am all battery acid and baby teeth all electric ese baby teeth! What a disability! To look at someone and just

know how it is No one looks at me like that no oneknows I don’t think it’s out there I deserve aGOD and no GODS are out there I wonderthough how can anyone love me with all this spit in my mouth Do it over and over until like a steady heartbeat it is finally a part of you or finally apart from

you I have many blurry homes inside of me Ifurrow my brow because I come from a long line of disease Many one armed little tigers Well riseup then little one armed tiger! Where is your vanished arm? In the sea? Mopping the dirt off a floor somewhere and eating it? Oh well forget it you diseased thing I will not stand for this! Pick itup and toss it out the window is is what a letterlooks like Dear little one armed tiger please do come



visit New York but please do not stay unless you canlearn to stop shedding all over all of our nice things which of course you will never learn to do sinceshedding and shitting all over is a very visceral part of you Just rise up then little disease! e problem is there will always be so many problemse problem is I cannot decide which object I want to

be

ere I go being dramatic again

ere I go wandering around the forest again ere I go being a mess on the streets again ere I go paying for sexand abuse again ere I go throwing dirt at thebeautiful people again and I don’t mean to destroy somuch with my one arm I just do I want them all to

be like cracked ducks in a backyard pool or uncookedeggs in my hands Give me pieces of shiny dark metal I will become all shine all dark metal and I will blacken the forest with one look alone ere isa slight hum that always comes from the forest floorfrom some part of dirt and only certain members of the

forest can hear it Others don’t ever know what they are even walking on Imagine all that is concretenow all that is abstract now fit your body there Somuch of the world is found there Rise up little



disease Sometimes you can see the rain Squint your eyes and it’s visible ough it just looks likestatic from here



THE PRISM NOTICE THE

MUSCLE

I am alone for real for real can you believe it I donot use we because I do not believe in it You and Idrank until I dragged your husky and howling body

across dirty carpet in front of our friends See how now the world is rouged A cut that exists in all places A wound everywhere a wounded everywhere what matters what is matter Notice thingsNotice the small breath that crawls from my mouth thatsettles on the tip of what we call skin Notice my lungs how they are full of wasps Notice the prismNotice the muscle and marrow Notice the animalthat is somewhere half covered in crooked lightNotice the swelling Notice the space is now waterFor real for real can you believe it is sleep hushed

and fevered



I FEEL LIKE A MOUSE

Immediately a fish covered in turmoil All the milk that has been poured into every glass has spoiled Donot drink the milk It’s not like there are fish in themilk but still do not drink the milk e blueness

everywhere is quivering My organs they hurt forthe world



ARTIFICAL HORSES AND

INTIMATE HARMinspired by certain text in Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast

ere are all these tests and artificial horses but do not

be disabled Being with the beasts you cannot aff ordto lose is the only way By anyone’s measurement Iam in dire and constant poverty but there are still thesesuch small economies Anyway when you are 25 anda natural depressive skipping a meal or losing a game cansend you tumbling over whatever edge you happen tobe flirting with Who knew I would want to talk about these animals all day these horses Who knew you could not dilute everything and still receive half itsmessage Who knows what birth smells like Iam an insect Sleek and beautifully built and by that

I mean Wild and all afl

ame You think I am justa dark and restless little girl Well excuse me I wasonly trying to speak to you I am in love withanything that always has a dirtiness to it My bed



makes everyone the same and when I understand thisthey all will mean nothing to me All the dirty bodies will be so sad and silly Let us find what isconstant and insert poetic value into that and that alonee moment I thought I was probably a whore I wasnot shocked at all by this Perhaps every changecauses harm Perhaps it all holds within it

destruction and fractures Perhaps who knows whatis true When I was on the train I kept telling myself You are returning from the war You are returning from the war So serious My idea of serious istouching myself on the living room couch with black flowers scattered about Toothless jaws are

everywhere do not be alarmed ey have just beeneating fire all evening I am so easily off ended With all the better looking people drinking and making love Meanwhile I worry about dying fromcongestion of the lungs is is a truly sad story suchintimate harm If I knew the right place believe me I

would put my heart there

tell the enemy

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