Thursday, February 4, 2010

Goop


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.





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