by Sharon Hart

Published in Issue No. 5 ~ October, 1996

The itch of my skin
reminds me how you crawl
planting splinters
that still fester in my epoplasm
still flicker in the conscious
like a dangerous flame
or schizophrenic laughter
I see those bars you reach from
but I am gone.

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Sharon Hart lives in Lawrence, KS, (Home of William S. Burrows). Originally enrolled at Boston University, she transferred to Kansas University, where she studied English Literature. Sharon Hart's work can also be seen in the on-line zine Artisan.
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