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by Elias Acquista

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i’ve written one too many self

indulgent odes. i’m a glutton,

bloated from feasts of cliches

i gorge my self on. You loved me

like a box of chocolates (You were

as animate as candy You didn’t

and ate it too (You discovered

the magic of a palette knife

and well halved me.) But

remolded cliche custards

aren’t any less filling. i stuff

my stomach with metaphors

via the same hands i get my self

off with. See i’m so smart but You

didn’t love me. The words are

the sand in my mouth fattening

pearl sprinkles in my gums ruining

my fucking poetic cake.


you didn’t love me!

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