Eating words

I can go on like this forever.

Christina Strigas

rip me apart into tiny pieces

put me back together

am I not your human puzzle?

obscure imagine my skin

concrete touch my skin

or did you bury me

left me to die

when I told you to do so.

you know how to put me underground

I spit out dirt

my hands unbound

addicted to you

like all the drugs hidden in cement

while I read all the poets

published or unpublished

poets or so-called poets

self-fulfilled prophecies

running from themselves

I took poetry like accountants

study numbers

it is an art

to love words

and soak in them

feel them on your tongue

and along the chambers of your heart

it is the soul

that reads

it came to this

so I could come to you

with words cracked on my lips

syllables forgotten in steamed pots

arrive at my window with tiny pebbles

tap tap tap

in…

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