Peeling away labels like Orange rinds,
With a double edged blade that slices my fingers,
I pick at the crusty goop that....
clings to the
ROTTEN
edges
Peeling away layers of skin as u work,
And there are those labels that cling so tight...
No amount of picking can remove them,
I cover them up with new labels,
Soft, shiny, and water resistant,
Superceing the old,
So they can Rott away in the dark,
Infrequently disturbed by some curious browser,
Reshelved,
Lost somewhere in the mass,
It's easy to lose yourself in the dark,
Misplaced in some arbitaray category,
Defined by your use instead of your content,
I get that.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis year has been a year of dysfunctional relationships, not only with other people, but also myself. This has been a year of inspiration, disappointment , and ultimately, rediscovery. These poems reflect my need to delve into, understand, and ex...
