Tigers of Indonesia-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

Georgia Park is under my skin this morning.

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

in your eyes
i see tigers of indonesia
fiery car crashes
the end of a relationship
crossing borders in dead heat
without a passport
retching over a sink
the blood,
the doctor’s diagnosis

when i speak to you
it’s in a different language
it rasps down
to a death rattle
a warning
of disaster

i really do try
but i can’t help it
the light i see you in
is all darkness

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