By Claudio Roberto Veale
during the day, a raw voice
my fingers secrete a milky substance
on command
i remember holding a dandelion shoot, broken
between my secret fingers
the dirthonest sourness of a plant
taking up space in my mind.
how, no matter what words i use,
the picture comes out blurred.
Claudio Roberto Veale lives with his family in South Texas.
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