Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Swallowing the Death of a Best Friend

Swallowing the Death of a Best Friend

This large chunk can’t be cut into pieces
to put in your mouth politely.

To make it chewable you gnaw its edges.
You can’t spit it out. You masticate
and grind it until your jaw hurts.  
You swallow.
It’s thorny to get down
and twists and turns into a lump in the throat.
Descending, it sickens you, propelling
backflow upward.
The mass smashes into your gut.
Digesting you nearly see,
as if you ingested salmon and carrot juice,
The meaning of all this.

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