Written by m ennenbach

lacking

every poem is
a tiny cut
while a novel is
full organ
removal

both
an offering from
the fool
to
the universe

neither enough
to justify the
pain.

slicing chunks of
reticent flesh to
grill in front
of curious onlookers
looking for
the next big thing.

keep walking.

nothing
of substance
to be

here.

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