Supposition In the Language



Oh damn, how he hurt me

While the drumbeat of desire pounded into my brain

He lost the rhythm;


All that remained floated in a detergent bubble

Blow it away – too late, it burst onto my flesh

And his, and hers, and theirs;

An attempted cleansing upon the landscape


Trouble digs with a plastic fork, splintering,

Hitting stone; eat the gleanings

Suffer not the innocent,

But the guilty


Let the ransom of two indebted hearts purchase

All that remains – starvation may ensue


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