Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Swallowing Swords

My lover does not swallow swords
he swallows the everyday
blunt spoons, forks, knives
that accompany a mundane breakfast
or a not-so-spontaneous lunch
but yet he swallows it all including

everything he doesn't want
Our mothers always said
Clean your plates

And so we do. Knowing
that every bite
takes us closer
to becoming unreal.

1 comment:

nodding shakespeare said...

thats a fine poem