Molting

by Mike Hetzler

let’s write a stress
incandescent limbs blink
make im | pulse possible
each syllable a beat

without lash we’d begin
impertinent
vagrants lost
to windchimes

see the wrangle like chimps
together baptized
in illusion & bliss
it would be beautiful
to be fresh again

i withdraw
without others there
is hardly a nucleus
& lioness,

as you said,
is the crescendo
& facilitator of all
threats