There’s a hole that burns right through me
But the danger’s gone, I’m no longer small
Carved out my weakest meat
I’ve killed my darling, now I’m free
10/10/2023poems/medea
Medea
There’s a hole that burns right through me
But the danger’s gone, I’m no longer small
Carved out my weakest meat
I’ve killed my darling, now I’m free
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
