From the collection And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
And the fact is that the one is not over
This chapter involves
A slap-on of fig jelly
to cover that slice of naked toast
who in its febrile imagination
now recognizes itself as having reached
the apex of adornment
And then along come the teeth
who make short work of the whole thing they
Clap shut the covers of that book
They do. Don’t they?
2 thoughts on “And the fact is that the one is not over”
I could taste, smell, and hear this poem.
Thank you. That makes me feel great. Like words could turn into alive.
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