For today’s erasure prompt, below you will find my “new” poem “He“, an erasure poem of Billy Collins’ “Hell”, from Horoscopes for the Dead, Random House, New York, 2011.

He

I feel much worse ~
a grin, a dom, licking me,
in his bed.

The kids,
the queens, the singles ~
scars will cover.

I am the Inferno,
the tindr ~
citing lore.

I swallow us,
a crumpet, a pistle ~
Stop for a moment, a test, then softer.

By lying down I die ~
rigid, no power to imagine
sleep or love.

The punishing sores
Dante gave ~
heal us today.

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