Portions Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Portions
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Envious cataract of
Lonliness spills like overturned
Liquor from my slaughtered
Heart: A salinous lake without wind—
That organ is bleating like
A stuck pig,
Killed for a holiday:
Sacrificed for your table: salty meat;
A candle-lit dinner shared with him.
You go to bed with me on your lips.
I think about f-cking you all the time….
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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