1...
beaten and tossed like
this body is a vessel
at sea and the sea gods
don’t like me much,
ragged like so much seaweed,
rusted like so many ancient hulls.
2...
ragged on my soul,
never enough good
to see the other side
or what this side really means,
I’m flawed, yes,
and I know, I can feel it
in my guilt
and in my bones, but you
seem to see the necessity
in reminding me
of my worth:
less.
"mouthful of diamonds"
ReplyDelete-spaceman spiff