Flesh
Don’t tear at my flesh
and demand that I like it
because
I don’t know how sharp your teeth are.
I’ve spent years bloodletting,
becoming lifeless and gray
to rid myself of imagined ailments
so I could dig deep
to offer you nourishing red marrow
to rid myself of imagined ailments
so I could dig deep
to offer you nourishing red marrow
that your fragile palette can’t stomach.
Beautifully crafted. This is the best poem I’ve read this month.
Powerful imagery, demands the reader’s attention. Wonderful.
Wow!
Thank you all so much. I am honored and humbled. Truly.
I appreciate your encouraging words.
Doug Self, Wow! That’s a mega compliment.