Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
cut a lemon into half
you stuck that fork into a lemon I can't look at it now you made the sourness disappear I don't have affinity for bitterness what do you carry in your satchel you fidget when I ask for it I will not mention it again if you share that glass with me
"whose blood came out of lemon, or is it only reddened tears?"