Weve been tossed together
like Caesar salad.
And abandoned by carnivores.
We meet in undefined places.
In the space between
waking life and dreams.
We possess an equal share
of half-lies and full-truths,
mostly unaware of the distinction.
Suitors fall
like particles of plaster
from cracks of ancient ruins.
Dusting our ego.
Corrosive in their neediness.
Creating a heavy pile of burden.
Sure-footed commonality
eludes us in this capsule.
And we dont complain.
Instead, we romanticize
flesh passing through flesh,
and place quotations around birth and death.
© 2003 Lisa Martino
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