Beautiful Words
These blatant lives we lead
with their guts hanging out,
yet only between beautiful words.
I remember (after the failed surgery),
when guts spilled out of my real body;
that unwinding of blank verse uncoiling
in a slow slime of sincerity,
and all those gory details falling out, at last
saying something true.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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