chromatomancer (chromatomancer) wrote,
chromatomancer
chromatomancer

Small poem

The paper is its own poem
when it's made of skin, or finely-sliced pears,
or regrets
so much easier, Portia,
to hand you that pound of flesh
expiation and explanation
in one
un-palimpsest
un-written
un-expurgated
what mercy can we expect
from ourselves?
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