consonantberry

Butter

In Poetry on May 28, 2012 at 12:03 am

Give me a a bit of butter on my bread
Give me a bit of heart attack with my sustenance
Give me a bit grease for my organs
Because right now they feel
Far too clean
For this body
Because right now they feel
Far too pristine
For this world
Because right now they gleam
With the fragile disaster
Of wearing white to work
In a coal mine.
Give my innards a little
Grit, a little
Reality

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