Kristine Briese


The speed with which
I come undone astounds me.
My mind zips off
into the stratosphere,
trailing poison
and chanting lists
of sins, shortcomings
and lethalities,
a chorus in three voices.
My body, cow-heavy and tense,
thrums with a ridiculous rage,
jittering my hands so
they can't hold my weapons.
If death was a man
I would know what to do.
I would lay myself
bare beneath him,
give myself to him
as freely as I did
to the red-handed man,
open myself wide
welcome his whims,
take him into myself
and let him own me.

Date of Birth: June 23, 1969
Location: Lincoln, Nebraska
Occupation: Staff Assistant / Web Page Representative
Publications: LoveWords

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