Thievery
Is this what you wanted-- something shiny--
To keep the darkness-- from welling--
I tore it away, let the bruises and decay--
And rot sink its teeth in--
You had not any credit left in store--
To come crawling-- to come snaking--
And so I took what was left--
For the picking--
A ripe and juicy, tender heart--
To catalogue my winnings through remembrance--
Eat-- and spit the seeds.
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Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
