i’m going to say this once,
and then i’m going to
say it again, clearer,
clearer again in my
conviction, so you will
believe me ––
whatever it is you’ve got
squirreled away, layers
away from the light, the
thing you carry
on aching shoulders, the
worst of you, the
mess drawer, ugliest
page ripped from the
bindings, hidden away
from the story
set it down
here, on the table,
say it out loud and
bear witness to
the way monsters
cower outside of
the darkness
what a thing it is
to learn, the most
endearing shreds
of our shaking
selves are the
things we conceal
michael king 