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Invasive

02Jun2019
POEM
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Elsewhere, a prayer on the back of a Valentines tin
a heart
with a banged-up lid that could never close
’til a tack hammer thwack of her thumb and the rim

Fixed it.  

Pain as a sacrifice to the things that hold us together.  

I heard that if you stay still enough, a vine of honeysuckle will grow right through you
I tell her my sources are never reliable  

She says she remembers that he likes the smell of vanilla,
and maybe it will help the bees.


2 responses to “Invasive”

  1. Shaun Turner says:

    I loved this. My favorite part is “I heard that if you stay still enough, a vine of honeysuckle will grow right through you”

  2. Linda Bryant says:

    The “Vine of honeysuckle will grow right through you” is a killer line. Great job.

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