Property Line Outside Tucson– Image by kenne
Three Sketches of Anxiety
I’ve got two hands and an urge
to yank out your teeth,
my lover said, dropping the dress
she made from my shirt
to the floor, to see the landscape
a mouth of holes might look like.
Maybe jagged potholes on a rainslick
street, she said, climbing over
the bed. Maybe, she winked, a prairie
dog town in West Texas after a flood.
—Curtis Bauer
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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