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Bean There
by Johanna MayI 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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