Sisters

Untamed
, she –
headphone 
and
 deep and hooded
and
 sees only what she
can 
use
, eluded
by 
and
 solitary fur
hair-clung 
and
 dangerous
flutter-hard her
arms 
and
 flung high and sonorous
propulsion: 
protection
her squeal her direction

  



Impossible
, she –
black-eyed and bare-chested
hears what she
cannot 
bear
, rested
in solitary darkness
fire-shadows 
and
 flesh;
world
 her mess
since Gilgamesh
pounded: pure 
sound
all sonar and loud



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