36. Recitation

Bile rises up in your throat
& it thunders, comes
in shuddering lurches,
claws on the surface
of the back of your tongue.

Your heart sits & hammers
away at your ribcage
like a raging monkey
asking unkindly to be freed
in the form of bullet beats.

Sinews of oscillating muscles
like titillated mothers shoot up
hesitantly & fall back, brittle,
in a pool of limp limbs, as the
answer echoes somewhere else.

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