cleaving is cleaning?
Feel this quick!
I can't hold it much longer
just grab it and squeeze
tighter tight tight
poppingly tight
this divides
this force
jam me into two halves
jam it
which demi-homme am I?
which is independance
interdependant but thrashing.
I'll strip me in two
and leave myself alone to
find myself
good luck
and bon voyage
freedon is a five letter word
t-h-r-ow
just throw it
up, around and through
toss me up and down like
your playmate
a pancake
your butcher's happy cleaver.
This poem was written by Elizabeth A. Dudich on Feb 03, 2008.
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