Time
it’s time to admit you have no poems left
They all fled before light
Steaming out of your pores
cloaked in Humiliation
visions ashamed of the visionary
I have a photo of your younger body
bare feet
trading dreams for soup
Aimless with purpose
I broke my right foot
You heard me weep in the trees
As I took off my old leg
And poured cement in its place
I find shoes. I find a map
I find a box and build me a family
Build a dog, build a boat
build me a getaway car
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2018
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