Wednesday, April 13, 2016

NaPoWriMo # 24

Letter # 3
April 13, 2016


I’ll never hear from you again,
I knew that
from the time we met.

This certainty was so powerful
that it’s as if
I got news from you
at every moment.

Post Data:

I propose a banquet 
for when I’m dead.
All you have to do is eat me.
This is my response to love.
I beg for cannibal communion,
a genesis in the other.

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