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  • Todd Wooten


I thrust my hand in the dragon's mouth.

the bone fire licks its sacrifice.

cigar smoke exhaled through nostrils.

limbs pop as the scaly tail wags.

embers ferry like swarms of fireflies.

do I spin in circles?

wrap myself in the charcoal blanket?

tiptoe over the blistering spine?

fingernails melt like candle wicks.

why do burns cause shivers?

shovel ashes into pillow bags.

wrap the skin in bandage and fevered laughs.

strobe light images ignite behind eyelids

the serpent's voice still beckons.

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