by Robert Beveridge

It is time
to take the razor
and score the binds

it is time
to stop the minor wars
that hide our mouths

it is time
to sever the flesh
that conjoins us

the blood released
to fertilize the earth
could be true
and thus we could face each other

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise at and writes poetry in Akron, Ohio. He has recent or upcoming appearances in The Virginia Normal, Credo Espoir, and Chiron Review, among others.