Dinner
Bringing nothing to the table but my teeth
Some dried nails, dull and storied
I release myself from the burden of want.
The course bark of calling,
The apotheosized commitment of feeble
Drunk love; the lie of life and
the emaciated chortle of purpose.
I no longer hunger in a mirror of porcelain.
The plated dinner party for which
I was never invited, elbows against grain
knowing everything I have ever loved
Has eaten me up. I swallow it all
and call fullness to the table beside me like
my new hungry bride.
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I love the strength and a defiance in these images. That conclusion… “I swallow it all…” is fantastic.
Thanks, Shaun! Can’t wait to dig into your submissions.