Fridayam's BlogLove finds it hard to
live with the chipped cup, the
often barren larder, the
barren promises like
candles meant to scent,
smelling of nothing until their
acrid smoke spirals when
blown out.
Your nose wrinkles as you
approach my poems
expecting me to be
grotesquely naked within when
actually you will find me
chastely clothed with words.
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