we want to be like
or be like the one
we want to love
my own first flush
was a kind of suffocation
a survival mechanism
if I could only turn and run
but why would I ever want
to do that unnatural a thing
and yet I did I thought
not so much that love
would kill me as it did
but never thought
I would survive
1 comment:
Love! The opening question is actually not something I ever even considered but am considering now. I love the way the poem turns into a sort of verbal Brakhage as it closes.
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