Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

I Love You Sylvia!


'What a thrill - -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.'-Sylvia Plath




I tell my finger cut
To straighten those lips.
I am tired
Of sneers
On my body.

I disrupt the circulatory indulgence
By choking the natural ambition
Of the wound.

I smear the wound’s pride
Onto old photographs.

The past looks better
Through rose-colored-lenses.

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 05, 2013

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