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codependency
by Rachelle Howeshe shines.
she sings to me of tributes and backwash.
i have inhaled her, taken her in, over and over.
she is a diet pill.
she is a craze.
she is an addiction.
she is everything that i could swallow.
i categorize my aids, my vices:
color, size, and texture.
i hand them out, paper jesus',
(and you would have him in your mouth.)
these things, birthed from
an abject brain; idle sacraments.
i keep them clutched and clothed.
i keep them, these wishes.
these backdrops.
these harbored truths, bred by misconception.
but they shine.
they sing to me recollection and impotence.
they sing to me of mistakes that none could make
except through blood and passive purity.
09/23/2003 Author's Note: ...wow. this is incredibly screwed up. my mind eludes me.
Posted on 09/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/24/03 at 03:20 PM Ye gods. Stunning, as usual. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/24/03 at 04:08 PM This one pulls you in and gives you the works. An excellent barrage of images that keeps a sustained attack on the senses. Great read. |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 09/24/03 at 04:57 PM Great poem. Very interesting. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 09/26/03 at 02:57 AM Ye gods is right! (hoorah for The Music Man) This is great, I don't think it's screwed up at all.... maybe a bit.... but it's still super. |
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