Break Me by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Break me at knife
When I’m dead inside
And alive at night
(in dreams)

Hate me at kites
When I fly right and dive straight into the dark
(of your eyes)

Blind me at bark
when I river the reasons for your deliverance
late, but better for it:

taste me and kneel
when I am gone away
into you
and into the city

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Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles. In this picture he is holding his tiny chapbook MARY, from Rinky Dink Press.

 

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