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john compton
​

not fragile like rice paper, fragile like shrapnel

            she was not fragile like a flower; she
            was fragile like a bomb.
-Rahul Singh

the axe head's weight
tugs at the handle.

   your firm grip
loosens off his shoulders

letting breath exit
from a balloon's neck: a quick rush

   & wood splits in two
halves which can no longer

secure him to your chest.
distance becomes an orbit

while air fluctuates.
    thoughts spittle like two birds

falling. the splinters, wet
with sap. the bond, a proposal

reminiscing & drifting.
   our vows now two fractions.

   an inhale incubates
eggshells & infringement

between sheets


your hospital bed
took you

into its arms
and taught you
​
about caskets

--
​john compton is a gay poet from Kentucky. he lives with his husband and dogs and cats. his newest full length book is the castration of a minor god from ghost city press [dec 1st 2022]. 


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