Poets Kill Beautifully

your caustic words

almost got me,

blocked by hand and reflex.

but they cut my fingerprint

and it's begun to fester.

I've started to feel the itch,

wondering what stories

your body would tell

if I filled it with

shotgun-stanzas and smoke.

I think my dot-blot expressions

would make you look beautiful.

so I'm doing this for nature

because I don't think worms

get much art where they live.