i brought my heart to work today—
a careful accident. i wrote
a note for you, pretending not
to show you who i am: bearded

angel, or boy turned upside-down;
chain-yanker or lonely-for-fruit;
the groaning king, his blessèd wreath;
a golden mule, the kiss of death;

soft bosom of the empress, red
from solar radiation; or
caress of thigh, giver of bread;
this image— you, unlimited.

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