Give me the wings

Poem By Humbert Wolfe

Nails extended-
I scratch behind my ear
until it bleeds-
blurred arc of a foot,
faster scratching faster
until I can hook the brain
out onto the ground-
scratch rip scratch
until the thinking stops.

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