tightness of flesh

in a congregational church

making love to drum music



no one can have anyone's time

and if you can't value what

you have, then you have nothing



all the rhythms have

a different emotion



all my emotions rap against

the tightness of flesh over

a wooden frame



and my thump is so fragile

as is everyone else's



sometimes what never was

or never will be

is not as exciting as



what is imagined

and the beat

of the drum

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