9/28/2021 0 Comments Poetry by Anthony Aguero Mike Maguire CC Confessional They handle us, as if. In an instant. The decreation of the body. No, we are not allowed. This morning’s sugar and smoke. To continue, is to adjust. To the hand that feeds us So, why this bodily flood. Which overwhelms us so. We are tired, yes. Of ceremony and word. Your objective is. To handle us, to cage. Us, to destroy us. As if, darkness. Or, not ever here. ![]() Anthony Aguero is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA. His work has appeared, or will appear, in the Carve Magazine, Rhino Poetry, 14 Poems, Redivider Journal, Maudlin House, and others. He has received two Pushcart Prize nominations and has his first forthcoming collection of poetry, Burnt Spoon Burnt Honey, with Flower Song Press.
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