"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray
"Poetry unites." ~Anon
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson
Written by Melissa Crowe
She lives in Portland, Maine, USA
Her blog: Milk and Paper
Fancy Luncheon with Apocalypse
My love of ginger is a fascist
love, the smell of ginger--
everything should be so clean
should smell of sugar and ice,
lemon juice and baby hair, should
hide its sweet under dirty, knuckled
skin--maybe the world under its
crust of blood and lava, under its
wrinkled scab, is also new, white
as a bone, and maybe all these
beatings, all these licks will get us
to the center, the pure meat,
a heat against which we will want to
press our ugly bodies till they burn.
Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.
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