Lesson — (for Ashraf Fayadh)

By Beau Beausoleil

Trying to pull
yourself back along
the words
trying to get close
to what holds
the flesh to them
So you talk 
over the words
You shout 
to the words
And the words
sometimes begin
just begin
to drag you along
like a bad leg
to carry you 
to a place
where they can 
turn and knife like
skin you 
into other words
and move you closer
try to kill you 
keep you there
or let you hear
however briefly
their deadly harmony