A Conversation With My New Poem
“You are so pristine and beautiful!”
The poem breaks wind.
“Will others notice the wisdom I have poured into you?”
The poem begins to rummage in a kitchen draw.
“I love you so.”
It finds a knife and begins to saw at its warty wrist.
“I think you are just so perfect”!
It squats on the tiled floor and defecates.
I carry it out of the house,
at arm’s length.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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