Saturday, May 30, 2015

Come to me

You arrive at my shoulder
with a handful of tears
you scooped by the toning

of a regretful death
you tell me, a few secrets
harder to keep, spilling is easier

you need only hold one bean
it is a classic, what they tell you
about carrying, on your front

a bloating of water, pregnancies
of sugar and lumps truly not ours
you say regret comes in fetuses

when you carry the weight on your back
it is a hunch, a deformation
of the same bones, bent outside for the inside weight

you say, I do it for love,
this suffering, hugs brisked by
snowfall, blood drained through water.

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