By Nate Maxson


The assumption is that all veins connect

But they don’t, It’s like Christianity and diesel fuel

Water fuels flesh like gasoline, kerosene: the resurrection

But the ascension

Is a leaky faucet at best 

It’s all fuel though, and when we’re intuitively metaphoring water to gasoline

The only question left

Is how badly do you want to burn?

Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. He is the author of several collections of poetry and lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. 

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