UNTITLED: ON THE POETRY OF

Heather Anne

I want to crawl in your throat

Be invisible to you

Be the pin-size voice embryo that is ok to abort

Be part of the sound that comes out

Be a cell on the saliva of it

Come from the scratch

Jilt from the sound

As I were your

Vibration

End me

I am so fine with that

You can lie and say you have cats

Or just fuck me mute until I understand creation:

the place where I don't have to say dear broccoli

and not this but this

to be real

Heather Anne lives in Astoria, New York. She has poetry forthcoming in SHAMPOO. She just lost her blogging virginity.
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