Outlet

Posted on May 15, 2018 by John Biscello
Kiss my shame,
she said,
the moistened outlet
to my sealed-in history,
run your tongue, but gentle now,
gentle, over my heart-shaped booboo,
make it sing, as if the moon, a secret maestro,
was drawing the most beautiful notes
from where I hurt, where I ache …
know me in this way,
and feel time collapse
under the weight of new water,
shaped like a viscous sea
of me
and me alone.
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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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6 Responses to Outlet

  1. erroneouschoices's avatar erroneouschoices says:
    May 15, 2018 at 9:58 pm

    I love the word booboo in this.
    And running tongues and vicious seas, all of it

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