Amuse Bouche

She sends a message, brief, but chipper. From it,
I extract some nourishment in much the way a dog
Sucks marrow from a bone. Afterwards, she's
Out of touch. The distance between her and me
Remains, and, in the silence of another afternoon
Alone, I wish for something more to eat. I call
Up photographs of her and start to lick my lips.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-01 at 15:26

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope she sends you some more bones. Maybe she'll bring them herself and increase your allotment. :)
2019-04-02