musical selection|Me’Shell Ndegeocello: fool of me
micropoetry, 5 parts|audio poem

I tore you from my heart
watched as you floated into space
the culling begins . . .
you took with you moments of passion,
pleasure, and pain and looked back
at nothing — nothing could remain.
the beauty of us once a small sin
turned into confessions to our other lovers
we had secrets that needed secrets.
I am just a number to you
a piece of flesh molded into your want —
I would never be a need.
as I wash away your scent
I remember the day I morphed into your plaything
it’s etched in me — my skin swallows it.
Originally published on Medium.
My goodness. That last stanza is stunning. The choice of music is fitting as well.
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Thank you, Barry! I really like this poem. It’s quite dear to me. I am glad it’s been well-received.
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Stunningly and precisely grafted with not a word out of place. The fluidity and mastering of words here is exquisite
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😊 Thank you! That’s high praise!
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Bittersweet and oh so moving, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags!
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You’re welcome, Tre.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Peggy!
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