The Original Poem by Terry Mulert
The Original
I walk on legs
of parasites
feet of rotten pears
with the tongue
of a perfect hibiscus
my fingers have come unglued
my hands are stitched together
bags of horse hair
my eyes
are rose colored
perfume vials
my dreams have begun
to win arguments
sometimes at night I climb onto rooftops
and watch myself sleep
between the rows of corn
that have taken my name
and not apologized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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