Of Poem and Meaning, Harvey J. Baine

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Of Poem and Meaning

Think also of the things
they say and the names.
It could tell you nothing.
The pear I had for breakfast
is gone but I remember it.
Sticky chin, flesh cold.
Smooth, the echoes of sucking
against tile walls, floors.
I feel with my tongue
shreds of thin skin,
imagined to be green,
stuck in my teeth.

Harvey J. Baine

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