You So Attached Yourself to Me
Gray dreams of my gray sleep,
mere fleas of thought.
What’re you thinking about?
Do you long to twist halfway through
the lobes of our liver to regenerate?
Do you long to gall my body for the word
you yearn to press out? Do you mean
to redeem yourself? Or just remain
sulky and gray and forlorn?
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I like the fleas of thought – and the straightforwardness of the “organ description.”
I also like the phrase “fleas of thought.” So inventive! Love using the body parts to bring together a whole idea.
I like the ambiguous (and parasitic) nature of this poem
Love this: mere fleas of thought.
Loved the movement of the poem. Melva, I have so enjoyed reading your poems!