b.z. niditch | nerve


Start from a magnitude
of what seems safe
proceed with memory
what easily rankles
your own space,
guide a sax on your lips
to press for a fresh reed
in a last bloody chance,
then unleash
a surprising remark
intended to bury
any internal opposition
or the outward image,
be firm as the last line
in a biting poem.

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