The Center Will Not Hold

Unfurl the fire,

bask in the bright heat.

Home is so many tailored calico outcasts.

The cat slinks toward the transparent door,

hunts Bethlehem.

What waits in the rusted cradles,

Mouth gaping,

wanting the middle of men?

 

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