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How
to Lick a Blade
The tongue must flatten
like a child’s palm turned
open by a mother’s suspicion—
There must be nothing
there but desire.
With the slicing
edge turned from your face,
draw metal back against the taste
buds. As your mind
phantoms hints of blood
within flavors sought,
know you are not slit.
You taste the center
of something else severed.
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