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By James Flaming


Touch is the kind of drug that turns me volatile

Love me with caution, sudden movements have been known to be volatile


Hidden in a canopy of green; bark and book in child hands 

Paper thin comforts are best when the work waxes quickly volatile 


Buzzing, dripping neon with too-bright headlights while 

Flipping through day-night dreams, can’t you see? My attention is volatile


Doormat greetings can be chipped away by tone

Flint-sharp words behind anger’s key, volatile


And James! Halt dissociation. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, spark wires, reconnecting to eroding rivers,

emotion. Now let me be free, volatile.

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