Sunday, July 17, 2016

Kierkegaardian Valentine

Fire ants assailing
my exposed toes
leeches crawling
up my crotch
a heart that pauses
at random I swear
torture’s all over
the world except
when it’s a boy
carried on his
father’s shoulders
or a little girl
licking an ice cream
cone at the beach
on her birthday

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