RIC S. BASTASA


How Can We Not Write? - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there is a bone in
your throat
and water cannot
remove it

there is a nail in
your foot
a pebble in your mouth
or a
blue bird in your
hand

there is worm in your
hearth
a log in your eyes
a clot in your blood
a stone in your
gall bladder

there is a wrench in your
arm
an axe to grind in your
teeth

there are birds in your hair
flowers in your
ear

there is a smell in your
armpit
tears of joy on your
breasts

there is a moon in your iris
there is sun in your tongue
fat in your belly
a furry cat on your feet

butterflies in your abdomen
nerves in your fingers
nuts in your head
hammers inside your ear
a book beside your bladder

there are so many things in you
so many things in us
how can we not write?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013


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