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TORY ADKISSON

Oracle to Oracle


If bites inflict prophecy, tear my flesh 
with your teeth. If you see the future
in my blood, wait first. Don’t tell me.
I want to know the future but I also
want it to be a surprise. Heaven or hell.
Love in so many words. Or maybe war.
Or just disease, hunger. Terrible, terrible
hunger. The future keeps the owl’s head
turning around the fragile axle of its 
small body, my hands from plumbing 
the canyons & rough scratch of your thighs.
The urge to know is overwhelming.
My eyes will rupture at the mere suggestion
of ecstasy. Tonight I will be good & silent.
At sunrise I will sing I am open, I am open,
I am free. But I won’t be. Not while you
mesmerize me with your thick biceps
& whatever words in whatever language
you tattooed on them. I already know
where this union is heading: the rain
wetting my tongue, the earth dirty between
my small, ugly toes. I want your body
to tell me something I don’t know, a different 
future written on the skin, not inside 
the mouth of a deer resting its head 
against the hollow cough of a hunting rifle.
 


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Tory Adkisson was born in West Covina and grew up in the California High Desert. His poems have appeared widely in such journals as Third Coast, Linebreak, Quarterly West, Mid-American Review, Los Angeles Review, 32 Poems, Best New Poets 2012, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA in creative writing from The Ohio State University, and currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area where he is at work on his first collection of poems.

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