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Click hereMy body is too liberal
to be flavor. It's spread too thin.
I can no longer blanket love,
that angled adolescent form
that shivers in the dark
or when alone. I am an anorexic heat,
a paper fire, flames
wild but useless and soon out.
But dig my crumbled ash
into unfertile ground, water
carefully, and look how many weeds
I nuture, grow.
'My body is too liberal
to be flavor.' What a great opening line and amazingly as I read on I kept bumping into even more amazing lines. My favorite, 'I am an anorexic heat,
a paper fire, flames
wild but useless and soon out.'
I cannot explain exactly why, but it touches me deep inside.
i have enjoyed your work.
Very intereting imagery. I particularly loved the two closing stanzas. The ironic use of 'negative' images supports an experienced and sober maybe alone but not lonely sole.