A fox trap rests around my hands,
its teeth unclean like an epidemic.
The doctor had told me
ego pills don’t go well with love,
she did mention pilgrimage
must be taken
with a grain of sand
and that I must accept
the ocean.
Guess I-told-you-so cannot
cure the sky’s cancer
anymore
because fur is not a luxury
after all -
I just had to argue
about a cliff.
Author notes
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Comments
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"ego pills don’t go well with love" - was a wise doctor that!!
I've found this to be a very interesting poem and deeply metaphorical - which I like... my kind of poetry. The reference to ocean and cliff made me think of a saying we have here in South Africa, i.e. "if you want to live by the ocean you have to accept the salty spray too"...and love? love is always about falling or jumping off a cliff.
I enjoyed this - great poetry.
~ Nicolette
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