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Bean There

by Johanna May

I read about it,
hear it from mothers.
All the wholesome bits
pink and full of vitamins.

I am an awkward dwelling
single vacancy (we'll see).
My body churns-
as a dusty unused factory
would-food
my blood into milk.

I stare at him at night
from dark windows behind my lids-
Pupal, transparent,
throbbing.
I see him there mouth-less yet,
his whole body beating
like a flower sways gulping
when it feeds from the sun.

He,
that suddenly justifies
all previous failings,
so he can exist.

03/22/2013

Author's Note: this note is suppose to make you smile, little bean xxxx

Posted on 03/22/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/22/13 at 08:43 PM

Fun read. Very cerebral. Love the style and how it and the choice of words build a very strong but subtle message.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/25/13 at 01:46 PM

I enjoy your unique descriptions and awareness. May "little bean" thrive.

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