more new poetry

Contagion

 

I don’t need anything.

I have every itch I ever had

And I have nails to scratch them.

But scratching them just makes them spread.

 

You’re not safe where you are,

You never were, you never were.

Indecision spreads like a virus,

Gobbling up the map

And suddenly it’s in your lap,

Purring like a kitten.

 

Craig Robertson 2011

 

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