To Be Fair, It’s Hard to Cover Up the Taste of Entrails

(November, 2010)

Do you remember it?

That bland, August day in the West
when you came screaming back into existence,
conjured forth from the beyond in a whirling dervish
rising from the ashes of who you used to be?

Do you remember what you tasted then?
There, at the back of the throat,
where your entrails had unexpectedly reappeared:

Life.
It wasn’t as sweet
as you expected.

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