In Every Core There Is A Rock* Poem by Donna Ialongo

In Every Core There Is A Rock*



in every core there is a rock -
a rock once made of baby
tears, now grown tough
with the briny drippings
of sin. it bounces off love
and detours with hate.

in every hand there is a fist-
one hardened with the search,
a search for trust (another
fist) to hold, not use. the
finding is smothering in a life.
the having is as easy as summer rain.

in every mouth there is a groan-
a groan of love so low only
depth can hear. i eat the
air. i want a kiss.
a groan.
a rock.
a fist.

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