Amberlee Carter - 02-23-05

I’ve extracted you
from my body
like a sliver-

a memory thirsty, burrowed deep
In flesh that’s festered beyond discomfort.

and like a memory
the contusion remains,
reminding me to erect the ruins ‘round
a fevered tomb- once dwelling for the sacred
book of myths known to the lonely
as love.

you should have been a better god.

Amberlee Carter

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