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Spare Shoulder
by Aaron BlairI never asked you for a spare shoulder.
I couldn't. Weakness will eat away
at the lining of the body if you let it.
And then what will I have, after that
flesh-devouring disease, aside from my
vulgarly exposed insides leering back at me
from a mirror image I can't avoid glimpsing?
I'd rather not see myself that way.
I want to feel my spine inside of me,
not examine it for fractures.
I want you to know the person I've tried to be,
not the way life has plotted to reshape me. 01/03/2007 Posted on 01/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 01/06/07 at 05:07 AM Agreed. Brutal imagery. Makes me want to write again. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/17/07 at 12:50 AM tip-toeing through your library and stopped to read this...and read it again. lovely. the last two lines are incredible, my dear. |
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