Natl Poetry Month 20/30

Times in the year when the knower
Doesnt want to know, can’t look
Bedposts in the eye. The desire to
Peel every skin- wall with teeth
Tamed. This time of year migraines
From knowing and not–untie knots
Slash knot-throats with china
Bone. But the knower knows,
Eventually, the wall-skins shed
What is hidden, an axe, a head.

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