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The Thing

by Johanna May



You bring with you a form
that evolved from all the movies,
literature, porn, music, another’s
supposed wisdom, bruised ego.
A creature crafted from this age,
wearing its anthems, scented
of its poisons, its little hurts
and fragile skins.

I bring eyes that see all of you
that immediately loves and aches
for you carrying this burden
you thought was a gift to me.

This gorgeous garment
you call love that is shaped
to cripple your real form.

It is beautiful my dear
but I can see it pains you so.

It is so magnificently shining,
Oh but it blinds you my heart!

You wish me to wear this affection,
to stare at this foolish sun.

In this forty five year old chore,
It has taken me all this time
to divest of this they are hawking.

This love they sell, this thing.







05/27/2023

Posted on 05/27/2023
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Vince on 06/03/23 at 04:38 PM

I've read through this poem twice, and sat staring at a blank comment box for several minutes, trying to think of a comment that does justice to what a superb piece of writing the poem is. I cannot, so I will just say: wow.

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