In·ter·punct
In·ter·punct shares book reviews, art news, lit theory and daily musings from the intimate lives of writers. It seeks to highlight, in an edgy and sprightly fashion, the poetic moments that punctuate our lives.
I’m tired of trying to drown you
In the gin in my throat Of you using any available footholds, To your advantage, repeatedly Scraping the sides of my esophagus, The friction feeding a fire in my trachea Left unsmothered. I’m tired of trying to smoke you out Of my lungs with A murderer of brain cells Innocent, third-party casualties As I search for my cure, For my light, At Montauk Point.
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AboutIn·ter·punct shares interviews, expositions, poems and daily musings from the intimate lives of writers. Like the interpunct, which is a middot used to separate syllables, this blog seeks to highlight, in an edgy and sprightly fashion, the poetic moments that punctuate our lives. Archives
October 2019
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