Poem of the Week
Each week we feature a poem by one of our authors. Take a few moments to enjoy it. And then, if you'd like to pass it along to a friend who could use a pause-poésie in their day, click on the "share this poem" link below.
stiLL Life
I can hardly stand to look
at myself.
What's more horrid is the molten
fruit on the table.
Two mushed lobes
in a bowl.
Skins purpled with
leprosy.
Today, even my brain
has a bad smell.
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