fullbodied and empty

We are
Lost Lovers
these souls are wayward and
slow moving
we are snails.
we love in slow motion

Stagnation
lies fester
with care they pass me by
they like to lose themselves again.
Like seasons pass a rotted fruit
I stand here waiting and
aging

here
I am nearly fermented
they drink me carefully like
fine wine
I am full bodied and
they are cautious.

I have been
passed over and
passed around
handed down to
little brothers and
eager cousins. This is a
good family.

They decided that
I am fun to ride
I am a fucking circus.
I spin until
nausea hits me
Am I sick from the ride or
from my indifference?
Indifferent to this crawling
Non-event?
my life: a silent side-show.

You are lucky, my love,
The crowds no longer gather
I am a
rejected attraction.
this main event is over due for
a makeover. It is over ripe.
Make this something worth anything.

I am hollow and
flapping
like your giant circus tent.
I wish you would
split me like a pomegranate
and eat me with your hands.
I am filling.

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