Wild donkeys go blind from starvation.

Pigs and pearls

And little girl dreams

And the nothing

More than what I’m not.

And you,

Sharp-mouthed

Word

Birthed by an

Empty

Belly.

Your flint tongue

Set the

Grass on fire,

But can you

Eat the

Ashes?

Posted

March 27, 2021

Ericka Clay

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