easy
to
forget about
the
circle except when it chokes
like
rope we can’t breathe is rigid but
invisible
narrows & widens to make us
believe
it is flexible but the circle is not
flex
ible
once upon a time there was a certain vulner
ability
to the circle it could be broken but no longer
it
is closed coils like a snake poised to sting its hiss
whispers
inside our heads until we can’t bear it
our minds are filled with its continuous fricat
ive
sibilance it is the white noise we hear wh
en
cars cross highways the static beneath
every
song the hum of electric current
that
runs through the air in the back
ground
red arcs of light the daily
shocks
that we have become
immune
to
Amanda
Earl is a Canadian poet, publisher and pornographer who lives in Ottawa,
Ontario. Her most recent published works are A World of Yes (DevilHouse,
2015), Coming Together Presents Amanda Earl (Coming Together, 2014), Kiki
(Chaudiere Books, 2014), A Book of Saints (above/ground press, 2015). For more
information, please visit AmandaEarl.com or connect with Amanda on Twitter
@KikiFolle.
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