there is golden geometry wrapping

my wounds              div/iding


the pain into

compartments        fractions


of memories split/ting

atoms within me      I erase


the entrails that ferment

and burn out a star-core here


before it collapses under

the gravity             my thoughts are




a clear beginning without end

meant to spiral/and/spiral


David Bankson


David Bankson was finalist in the 2017 Concīs Pith of Prose and Poem, and his poetry and microfiction can be found in concis, (b)oink, Thank You for Swallowing, Artifact Nouveau, Riggwelter Press, Five 2 One Magazine, etc. He lives in Texas.

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