sometimesihatemycat

I need
To feel
My teeth
Sink in
To wood
Or bone
Or some
Thing so
Porous
I can
Almost
Own
That slight
Give-in
To
Biting
Down
Of my
Canines
At once
Into
These
Human
Dreams
And bleed
All those
“Supposed
to be”
Quite
Solid
Things

-me

Painting: Love’s Shadow, by Anthony Frederick

~ by April on March 6, 2021.

Posted in Body, Death, Family, God, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
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