A review by sriq
War of the Foxes by Richard Siken

"You can't paint the inside of anything so why/
would you try? Painting the inside of anything is/
dangerous. I imagined my wrists broken just enough/
to keep the feeling from crawling up my arm."

"I made a shape of the shape he made, subtracted/
what he shared with anyone else. There wasn't/
much left but it felt like him, wild and scared."

"The image remains as a body would. I turned/
the image over like a rock, but then the worms."

"I surrender my/
desire to be healed. The blurriness of being alive./
Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it."