I’ve been avoiding this
like a suspicious magnet
because as a cut onion
absorbs bacteria, I fear
my busted heart risks
blackening unless it repels.
But now it’s late autumn,
scab season.
So I’ll lay a salt trench
around my island,
raise a white flag,
cross my legs a little tighter.
Poem Number Two of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans.
Such powerful imagery here, Marian, and words that pop:
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bacteria
blackening
salt
This definitely makes a strong impression on the reader.
I just read that about onions recently.
ReplyDeleteInteresting correlation <3
The salt will keep those slugs out :p
Yes. and a scab has a double meaning. I've been an advocate of the onion draw for about 36 years. I'll add salt trenches to the cures. Good luck! Scabs should heal . . .
ReplyDeleteWow, babe. There's your power, all raw and weeping.
ReplyDeleteit's the onions.
Deletetwo for two...
ReplyDeletethanks, friends.
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