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a blessing or a curse [poem]

some days the poems feel like
congealed grease smeared between my fingers
and I hate them
I want to find a faucet and
let heat and soap rinse them down the drain
to leave me clean again
some days the poems feel like
kicking off your shoes
at the end of a long day on your feet
letting the flex and press of your toes against carpet
ease the familiar ache
some days the poems feel like
lemon juice on a cut at the corner of your mouth
you didn’t even realize was there
until it stung like a brand
some days the poems feel like
ice tea dripping condensation down your wrist
as you chug down sweet relief
until it puts out the angry fires in your gut
poetry is a blessing or a curse
determined on a day by day basis

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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