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Year 2: Day 7 – Flesh and Blood

Nice protection, wearing my skin,
nice way of avoiding my ire.

Nice way to insure your assets
when half of them are mine.

How could I act without mercy
when it’d be my blood on the wall?

Why must I always stay my fists
though you never flinch at all?

If it’s love that gets you off the hook
it’s only love that keeps you there-

a privileged exception to the rule,
of flesh and teeth and hair.

 

Don’t forget to check out my first anthology, Candy Pizza: Poetry that’s Fun and Healthy, available on Amazon & Kindle.

 

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