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Boo Lender

by David Maurice

I only get scared when the dark comes out.
Light? Weight my friends, not a measure.

I only smell flowers at funerals.
Posies are for pockets
as clasps are for lockets.

I only write when you read it.
I only read when you right it.

There are patterns in stitching,
scars closed with unnatural needlepoint.

Bare breast
to the light
(it doesn't turn me on)


Posted on 11/03/2012
Copyright © 2021 David Maurice

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/03/12 at 02:31 PM

Some very clever word play here - I like words that twist my mind a bit. Thanks.

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