Friday, February 20, 2009

the meat of the matter

Like a cut of nameless meat,
rippling muscled, red, full of possibility.
So is my life.
Raw, needing to mix with flavors,
people, elicit affairs, experiences.
melded together, joined, sacredly united
by chance or by pure atavism.
all of it gives
me something to be about,
something to speak about.

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