Poem

It's funny how I was once such a prolific writer and now I might write something once every six months... Here's a few poems I jotted down recently... Maybe I am losing my touch?


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Licked Clean

once there was a city
that could not satiate
a curious appetite
for all things
naked and unexplained
in pop-up books or fairytales
or novellas of mujeras
bent back ways over banisters

a hunger so voracious, an innocence
so unaware, a softness
and roundness—a girl
so gleefully just waiting,
waiting—
for a darkened entryway
to reveal an ever after

that all at once
she was bare and speechless
twisted, unrecognizable
lips to mouth to skin
in reflection, she would find
nothing of herself
none of the awkward ramblings, nor
poetic disasters, these truths
chipped away slowly
then scraped and licked clean
to the bone