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Hole in My Arm | A Poem by Jesse Hoefling

There’s a hole in my arm —
Where the mind goes
Where the dead howl excretions
Where the blood meets the oily needle
Where memories die
Where heaven touches hell

There is a hole in my arm —
Where the mind goes
Where the soul screams
Where death shouts with applause
Where paradise costs a twenty dollar bill
Where paradise can be reached, touched, for the meanwhile.
the scare tissue, debouched, depraved, reaching for heaven’s bargain
of eternal needles.

There’s a hole in my arm
Where the mind escapes
Where seas foam
Where teeth bite
where the arm is looped off — and the world begins again.
Where the story ends, every time.

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