truth is the enemy it’s over the best part about terror is territory together we opened the border you’re trembling you said like fire I said the field seemed whole again it contained me & my womb it shook for a moment we did not own anything what we could see of the world was the field & it appeared to be everywhere the enemy had many bright places to hide
Note: “Shakespeare sees how in the assassin’s mind / the world is filld with enemies, the truth / itself is enemy and quickens action to override subversive thought.” —Robert Duncan, “Stage Directions, Passages 30”