tagNon-Erotic Poetryrefusing my prescription

refusing my prescription


refusing my prescription

I will not eat poetry

Rimbaud has got nothing on you
(or me)

we do share transparent skin
and flesh,

I see right through

write me off Dr. A
deny your own cravings for petals
pulled from the flower of death

  rose hips       snapdragon lips
  chromoplasts         ground down
  carotenenes       flavones
  bleeding    anthocyanin

I remain
at your feet
until you say
don't talk yourself into us

you remember
leaving something on the stove

I hide among steam that
condenses on the glass jars
cardamom, lemon pepper

until under my fingers you believe
my lies

of course
I eat poems
spiceless and raw,
fresh off the street.

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