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  • Poem of the Day: American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin
    Inside me is a black-eyed animal
    Bracing in a small stall. As if a bird
    Could grow without breaking its shell.
    As if the clatter of a thousand black
    Birds whipping in a storm could be held
    In a shell. Inside me is a huge black
    Bull balled small enough to fit inside
    The bead of a nipple ring. I mean to leave
    A record of my raptures. I was raised
    By a beautiful man. I loved his grasp of time.
    My mother shaped my grasp of space.
    Would you rather spend the rest of eternity
    With your wild wings bewildering a cage or
    With your four good feet stuck in a plot of dirt?

    Source: Poetry September 2017

    Terrance Hayes

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