Pushover - Poem by Christopher Turner
The screaming a broken alarm.
A genuinely even trade.
the hopes competing
With stagnating gain.
The bandage a covered alarm.
And pulling too far.
No compliance to some simple joy
where pangs of hope compel your loss.
The guilt encodes a new assault.
What you can't have must not embrace
Or your commitments will only be as valid
as the fiction sustaining
the unremitting truth of your eye.
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