blood runs down every human handful of soil
we unclench Nature’s determined fist
to snatch up any surviving pleasures
to crack open the specter of the shed crab claw
meat pulled between our white teeth makes graveyards of our bodies
we have piled bodies on top of bodies
as blood froths between our toes on Waikiki
(every beach is Normandy)
fossilized in our temples, blood has pulled us to poles
we cut our naked step, wetting paper seashells
funneled from the hourglass bowels of Blank Sea
with blood dried under our fingernails, we dig new wells in lovers’ skin,
blushing scrapes and scratches as
groin blood gathers in prayer circles
hoping for death after death
What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?
My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.
great piece
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