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poetry
Only Words
You always hurt the one you love,
The one you shouldn't hurt at all...
< >-The Mills Brothers
The children of Sharon Olds
found poems on their plates
tasting of macaroni and cheese and blood
poems in their beds and in their clothes
and in the hollow sound of piss in a toilet
poems that muttered strangely of things
brave and terrible but mostly unknown.
The children of Sharon Olds
breathe it, drink it, sleep it,
when the time comes they fuck
the primally charged invisible
fleshcurrent of bloodwords that
has always been there, like mud or
grass or sky, a viscous river
that flavors and takes flavor from
their lives branching in its flood.
The children of Sharon Olds
will grow into rebellion against
the rhythmic current of poem,
take business and medicine degrees,
struggle to raise even a single nostril
above the water that strangers crowd
round to sip, struggle without success,
their every desperate kick another
bleeding beauty by Sharon Olds.
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