Morphing Verse
I try to write poems.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Habit
Habit gives rise
to a funny callus
that coats every
nerve end
content: all
is a brush
until an itch,
deeper, some
splinter
makes me file,
rejoice in cherry raw
skin, bruised
skin at every
touch skin,
plush.
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