Snare Drum Poem by jerome moore
Snare Drum
Influx of insecurities
copper oxidized and
flowing to a point filling her flesh with pools of heat and sorrow.
Here is where the hood is removed and the rim of the snare is glazed with crushed bone
as the woman steps forth naked
the trip peaks.
I rode on a diamond carousel verdigris and murdered all the men you took to bed
and I became inflected by hissing steel.
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