It’s as if whatever’s inner
wants to have itself for dinner –
swallowing its sharp unease
like a mush of black-eyed peas
strained and thickened into soup –
overcooked, to make a goop
that blunts all color, texture, edge
which lately had it at the ledge
about to jump.
wants to have itself for dinner –
swallowing its sharp unease
like a mush of black-eyed peas
strained and thickened into soup –
overcooked, to make a goop
that blunts all color, texture, edge
which lately had it at the ledge
about to jump.
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