Morphing Verse
I try to write poems.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Often an encounter
feels as if my spine
is vice-gripped
between a pair
of scissor blades
and my intestines
bulge--
how does he look
or mean, inside
--like the sponge
of an incised
cocoon,
and I neither feel nor look
very human.
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