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Desafiar


Lisa don’t disallow me



there’s a brilliant


mole on your torso I already



love running



my fingers over your gold


ring & lashes



your coffee



there’s agave there’s peanut


butter inside it I kissed



you & last night



(It’s birds! I think of you


crying & the sundown amiss)



who are you last night



I asked in the pitch I even


asked where are you lisa



you venture



your tongue like hazarding


(as one says) a guess



well does that make my mouth



a problem like


why can’t I have sugar today



or lisa there’s trouble



inside me I snuff & I tense


my flanks & charge



so hard at a woman



a mule if you


will treading the scrub under



his hooves I need a word



like rampage I rampage


toward you & never



see the rodeo clown his blue



face on the other


side of your flag & gut



busted & laughing



himself to death a mole


on your trunk is all



I want to suss out today the name



you’re brave lisa or cringe


at the word you say



this composes me & wince



or say yes a mole that’s what


I feel like championing




Danniel Schoonebeek