MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE
THE POETRY, ARTWORK & PHOTOGRAPHY OF ROB PLATH
Saturday, June 12, 2010
love & furnaces
it is an evolutionary advantage
to understand what causes pain
but it is neither hot coals
nor red stove-top coils
it is flesh-upon-flesh
the flames of love
that really make skin scream
scar the human shape
over & over & over
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