diamond fits

his lips are a
death wish.

he will shake you in
tongues and lit matches

to jolt your nerve-rhythm,
less like static and more

like a big bang-bang or
a marble rolling in the shot

glass of the creator, shaking
diamond fits.

you are a fifty-pound
suicide note in a floodgate

to his teeth; they will
bite you to clouds and
salted plains.

Isaac Williams is a writer and director. His poetry has previously been published in Queen Vic Knives and Poetry Quarterly, and his films have been shown at Chapman University.

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