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4/10/13

When a voice ripens
it's not always gradual
sometimes it comes ripping
from the throat with serrated
teeth and iron claws,
sometimes it brings the heart
with it, pulsing and spraying
anyone near enough to hear.

When this happens,
every word spoken before
that moment is cleared of
the dust and shit that
has collected from so many
years of swallowing before
speaking.  Every word
is a bear trap, taught
and gleaming.  Every word
shouts its own name.