Linda Collins

(Wendell, North Carolina)

Posthumous Publicity

Pointless poet that I am
Wandering lost amid the high walls of literature
I write my tragedy upon my soul
And edit with a quick slice to the throat
Until the words splatter upon the floor.
Fat, red words that cool and congeal about my feet.
The words will spill
Until I am over
Then how fast those lofty walls will crumble

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