Julia Drauden


I have gunpowder in my head

tiny, black fragments rub

against one another




images collide and collect

like rainwater

in the creases of my brain




mnemonic echoes hold steady,

steady trilling songs

trigger safety switches




for the chance to channel

stray incendiary pieces of

thought and prosody into

ready golden cylinders;

for loading, loosening, cocking:

for aim.

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