Clutched

The girl gave herself to the poem

because it was self preservation to set the words free. 

There was something about emptiness

that got the fingers moving, twitch of

the pen, the keys, the tongue--

poetry was salvation, and she was pious. 

 

The girl gave herself to the poem because it was

fight or flight; poetry was instinct, human nature. 

Animal Planet prose, primitive pieces

that betrayed a desire for something beautiful. 

The girl gave herself to poetry because

it was something worth devotion. 

 

The girl fed herself to the poet

because she wanted to taste transformation.

The insatiable hunger of words wouldn’t let go. 

The girl became a poet because poetry 

became her, and it stayed, it stayed, 

It stayed. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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