I’ve reachedthe sulfur stageof my gestation andbeen sought after formy anemic thoughts. Asthe revolver spins, yousee the threadsdangle and shred.We’ve becomea penetrative glancemore likely tospit than talkaround. This word isthat word minusa séance: welcometo the language of teeth.I’ve stolen all theregrets I know about.____Amish Trivedi's poems are in New American Writing, CutBank, and soon in The Laurel Review and Kenyon Review Online. His reviews are in Sink, Jacket2 and soon in Pleiades. Sound/Chest, a book with Coven Press, is out in early 2015. He is the managing editor of N/A. He lives in Providence, RI.