Today's poem is by Randall Mann
Straight Razor
He slid the stiff blade up to my ear:
Oh, fear,this should have been thirst, a cheapening act.
But I lacked,as usual, the crucial disbelief. Sticky, cold,
a billfoldwet in my mouth, wrists bound by his belt,
I feltlike the boy in a briny night pool, he who found
the drownedbody, yet still somehow swam with an unknown joy.
That boy.
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from Straight Razor
Persea Books
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