RIC S. BASTASA - vomit

at a certain point
what happens is that

i take too much of everything
so i may savor this art

of vomiting things
all things

without exception
love and hate and

indifference, things that i
embrace like i love all of them

and things that finally
bore the heart and spoil the soul

i give them all up
and wish to go back to the start

where i am full again
by being empty-handed.

RIC S. BASTASA

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